The Maid the Alphas Couldn't Forget
“It is risky. But it may be our only option. The longer we stay here, the more time the Council has to regroup.”
I looked at the map, the faded ink tracing the path toward the hidden fortress. The valley was marked with a small, cryptic symbol—a circle divided by a jagged line.
“What is this?” I asked, pointing to the symbol.
The King’s expression darkened. “A warning. The valley is not just empty—it is cursed. An old battle was fought there, centuries ago, between the Primordials and the Council’s ancestors. The ground is saturated with blood and death. The magic that was unleashed there left scars that have never healed.”