The Red Witch
In the sweltering heat of a chaotic volcanic landscape, Kira and Lupus stood, their figures silhouetted against the glowing magma and smoky air.
The ground beneath them was cracked and unstable, much like the plans Kira had painstakingly laid out.
Kira's dark emerald eyes flickered with frustration as she addressed Lupus, "I don't understand. How did that little pampered girl cure the Nightshade Princess? Asher must be feeling quite smug now that his kingdom has a fresh supply of critical resources, while Drakar must be fuming after wasting his kingdom's resources to steal their allies. If it had been any other situation, I would have taken pleasure in his misery, but this is a huge setback for us."