The atmosphere in the queen's chamber was a strange contradiction—both calm and tense, soothing yet suffocating.
It was calm, thanks to the sheer beauty of the surroundings. The soft glow of enchanted sea crystals, the intricate carvings on the walls, the gentle warmth in the air—all of it created an environment that felt almost peaceful.
And one could not deny the presence of the Queen herself.
Her elegance alone demanded attention. The way she sat with absolute poise, her long silver-white hair, her deep blue eyes—it was impossible to ignore her.
And yet…
The conversation itself carried a crushing weight.
Then, Queen Nerisa spoke, her voice smooth yet firm. "Long ago, a magnificent kingdom stood above the skies, resting upon a floating island."
Broken immediately sharpened his focus.
He hadn't expected to dive into the truth of Vensalor so quickly.
Her words confirmed it.
Vensalor was real.
"It was the domain of the Forest Elves—The Vensalor Kingdom."
So, it was true.
