"—Azel!"
Gwendolyn's voice cut through the air as she materialized in a panic with urgency written across her ghostly features.
She was about to speak immediately, to warn him about what she had just witnessed in Sylvia's reflection.
However, she didn't find Azel.
Instead, she found herself staring at a grand meeting table filled with elves dressed in elaborate robes and armor.
They sat in high-backed chairs arranged in a perfect circle, and at the head of the table was a Queen.
An Elf Queen.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, with the same distinctive tri-tone eyes as the current Elf King… gold at the center, silver around it, and emerald at the outer rim.
Her silver-green hair cascaded down her back in elegant waves, and she wore flowing white robes embroidered with golden thread.
And her breasts were full and prominent, though not quite as large as Gwendolyn's own.
