Queen Elyria walked through the halls of her palace. Her sharp, piercing eyes moved from place to place, as if searching for something that might escape her. She was thinking about everything that had happened, about the war that was approaching her kingdom's borders, and the message that was delayed far too long.
"Where is it?" she whispered to herself as she stopped in front of a large window overlooking the lands below. The view of the burned and destroyed villages before her was unbearable. The land was scattered with remains of human corpses, but they weren't human corpses only bones, scattered everywhere. Blood had frozen on the ground, leaving behind dark red stains, but what she looked at was more than just ruin. There were corpses of the Arkanis, those creatures that had not been seen for centuries.
