"What?! A demon?" The King's voice echoed through the grand hall, his shock mirrored by nearly everyone present.
A demon breaching the border and reaching deep into the mainland was unheard of. But what sent a chill down their spines was the fact that it had gone after her—the one person the world couldn't afford to lose.
"This is a national emergency, Your Majesty," the Prime Minister said firmly, his expression grim. "We must deploy our forces at once."
The Child of Prophecy was in danger. And according to the Prince, the demon had awakened with one goal—to send Elowen into an endless sleep.
"Collen—" The King turned sharply, ready to command the Royal Order's second-in-command to dispatch six of the seven Wings into the forest to rescue her.
But before he could finish, a voice cut in.
"It's pointless, Father."
The hall fell silent.
Abel rarely spoke over his father. Never like this.
