MOONVEIL ACADEMY, HEIRESS OF THE FORGOTTEN SOULS KINGDOM
The same warrior is on the throne, with a very large man beside her, both holding hands.
But the figures behind them seemed carved from darkness—demons and strigoi, shadows and bone crows, so powerful—their black crowns with red rubies, the throne of skulls. I paused, staring at the mural. Somehow, every time I saw it, I felt a chill, a sense that it was warning me or trying to tell me something about what was happening here. I wasn't sure why it mattered to me, but the images tugged at something hidden, like a memory I couldn't quite recall.