Meanwhile, within Harmony Hall of Celestia Royal Palace, incense curled in pale ribbons beneath the soaring eaves, draping the throne room in a hush that felt almost funerary.

The third dawn had arrived. Lorraine stood at the foot of the emerald steps, wrapped in a labyrinth of scarlet silk. A seven-tailed phoenix tiara crowned her hair, jewels glittering, yet her youthful face showed no bridal glee-only a composure far older than her years.

High on the dragon throne, Aurelius regarded his daughter, conflicting currents churning behind his steady gaze.

“Lorri, this journey to the Third Hall is a marriage in name only,” the king said, smoothing the tassels of her tiara with hands that suddenly seemed old. “Your true task is to uncover proof that its master has sided with Malevolent Path Hall.

I know the burden is cruel, but the safety of the realm rests on your shoulders.”

“Father, I understand,” Lorraine cut in, her voice calm and unwavering. “I once tried to flee this betrothal, blind to your purpose. Now I see it. Malevolent Path Hall has stolen the Roaring Storm Bell and covets the demonic soul seal. If the Third Hall truly conspires with them, the entire level six is imperiled. I will proceed with caution and not fail you.”

Aurelius’ eyes softened. “Prime Minister leuan will escort you. The man is as deep as winter ice-never trust the surface. If anything feels wrong, crush this communication charm, and my armies will ride before your heartbeat ends.”