SELENA POV

The grand hall of the Witch Empire was dazzling. Banners hung from the high ceiling, shimmering with silver and gold threads. Candles floated in midair, casting warm light over the polished marble floors.

I stood at the entrance, my heart pounding, dressed in a gown woven with the finest magical silk, every stitch glowing faintly with protective enchantments. Today, I was not just a survivor or a warrior; today, I would become the queen.

My parents were seated in the front row, ...