Ramsay and the girl went through four rounds, arrow after arrow flying true. Not a single shot was missed. Each release drew sharper breaths from the crowd, and murmurs began to ripple through the stands as people wondered who, between the two flawless archers, would be the first to fail.Even the princes and princesses exchanged looks of disbelief. Ramsay was far better than anyone had expected—too good. What none of them knew was that Ramsay was not this skilled. Not truly. Every perfect shot was guided, bent, and corrected by the quiet pull of his magic.Ramsay watched the girl closely. Her posture never wavered, her breathing steady, her eyes calm and certain. There was no hesitation in her movements. He realized, with a tightening in his chest, that she would never miss. She had been trained for this—trained deeply. If this continued, the contest would never end."I have to finish this now", Ramsay thought.The girl released her arrow toward the spinning ring.Time seemed to slow

A wave of shock rippled through the pavilion as Princess Esther answered the thoughts they had never spoken aloud. Murmurs rose instantly—disbelief, awe, fear.Now they believed her. All of them… except Noah, who stood frozen, struggling to understand what was happening.Prince Kinsley broke the silence. He asked her, “So you can really read my mind?”.Esther met his gaze calmly. She answered, “I think I just proved that.”Prince Mike leaned forward. He asked, “What about the voice that spoke in my head?”“That too is part of my power. I can speak to someone simply by looking at them. If I don’t want others to hear, the person hears my voice inside their mind," Esther explained.Camelia’s eyes widened. He said, “Wow… that’s an amazing power.”Ramsay studied her carefully. He asked, “What else can you do? And how do all these work—the mind reading, the voices, everything?”Esther hesitated, then shook her head slightly. She said calmly, “To be sincere, I don’t really know much about mys

King Raynold, Lord Emmanuel, the Generals, and the light army charged through the Orges, blades slicing, arrows streaking through the air. Every clash sent shockwaves through the battlefield as the army cut through enemies, but for every one they felled, more surged forward, relentless and unyielding.Beside them, Zussorender and the wizards moved in perfect rhythm, staffs striking with deadly precision, sending bursts of power that cut swaths through the enemy ranks. Soldiers collided with the Orges and Orgmus in brutal hand-to-hand combat, steel clanging against claws and limbs, bodies falling in chaotic heaps.---On the city walls, Ramsay, Noah, Benjamin, Princess Esther, the other princesses, and soldiers fought tirelessly. Arrows met enemies midair, knocking them off course and down before they could reach the battlement. But some were faster, more cunning—climbing, leaping, and twisting their way over the walls to strike at archers before they could react.Where they reached the

After escaping King Raynold’s armies, Zussorader, the Marc, and the forces regrouped with Philip, Lilia, including the Orges and Orgmus. The forest around them was quiet, the kind of silence that felt like the world was holding its breath.Inside Zussorader’s tent, a small, flickering fire cast long shadows. Around a heavy wooden table, Zussorader, Philip, Lilia, and the Marc sat, their faces tense, the staff of Zussorader resting beside him like a sentinel.Two Orges entered, dragging Princess Esther, her hands and eyes still bound, the fading bruises on her face telling stories of recent violence. They released her at the edge of the table, letting her stand opposite Zussorader. Behind her, the Orges remained, silent and imposing.“Hello, Sa’er,” Zussorader said, his voice calm yet unnervingly commanding.Esther flinched. “Where am I?” she asked, her voice trembling.“You don’t need to be afraid, Princess. We mean you no harm,” Zussorader replied, his tone soft but unwavering. “ Th

Zussorader and Philip slowly approached the coffin once more, their movements cautious, as if they feared what they might see inside or happen next.Zussorader leaned over first, his sharp eyes scanning the body within. Philip stepped beside him and looked in as well. The body inside had not changed. It lay exactly the same as before—cold, still, and lifeless.One thing noticed though. A thin streak of Princess Esther’s blood still stained the lips of the corpse. For a brief moment, silence swallowed the chamber.Behind them, Lilia sank weakly to the ground, her legs unable to support her any longer. Her eyes were wide with disbelief as she stared at nothing in particular, her mind replaying what had just happened: What had taken possession of Princess Esther?Zussorader’s hands tightened at the edge of the coffin. His face twisted with anger and frustration as the truth became painfully clear.“We failed!” he shouted bitterly, his voice echoing across the chamber walls.Philip looked