- POV General -
While the Imperial family was still on its way to the south of the Vancesia Empire, a detachment of the Elysium army was on its way to the capital of Zal. Commander Luna and her ten best spy soldiers were to lead a very important mission. Entrusted by the Empress herself, failure was not an option, carrying the weight of an entire nation.
It had been a week since Freya had left the Dark forest and the intelligence section had left following Myles. Tied up, the only survivor of the army had been put on a horse that had not stopped galloping to Zalhythe for a very specific purpose. Indeed, the man carried with him a sinister message for the city's most powerful leaders in the form of a small object hanging around his neck capable of recording.
