Alen's POV

In the shimmering ripples in the air, I sensed the message Kral had sent me. He was back.

Suppressing my joy, a heavy weight lifted from my heart. I knew Delia must have succeeded.

I discreetly observed the elders around me.

They maintained calm faces, but their eyes revealed nervous anticipation, especially the elder William, who had an interest in his daughter Catherine's performance in the queen's trial.

However, the outcome was bound to disappoint them.

The golden vines in the ...