Chapter 25: The Hunt Begins”
While the rest of Aetherthorn erupted in celebration, basking in the premature victory of their chosen candidates, two figures remained grim and focused: Rhiki and Kardel.
Though their lips wore smiles and their goblets clinked among the crowd, their minds were far from festive. They were scheming. And their target was crystal clear—Auren.
To them, he wasn’t just a human anomaly. He was a problem. A variable and a threat to their sacred elven culture.
They wanted to eliminate him now—quietly, cleanly. No witnesses. Not even their own men should know.
But alas, the ever-watchful eyes of the Royal Goldhairs, Queen-loyal elites with powers as quick as their judgment, were currently stationed around the grand hall. Some stood guard at the entrance; others mingled as part of the crowd, but their golden braided hair and stern demeanor made them unmistakable.
"If only..." Kardel muttered under his breath, fingers absently running over the polished wood of his staff. The crystal at its tip—an enchanted blue gem—pulsed softly, resonating with the mana he was unconsciously leaking. He was too agitated. If he wasn’t careful, even the crystal might betray him.
Across the hall, Rhiki stood near one of the rune-inscribed pillars, pretending to study a tapestry that depicted the founding of Aetherthorn. His eyes, however, were locked on the Queen and her circle of advisors. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on his sword hilt, his mind running through dozens of possible scenarios.
Then—it happened.
Their opportunity unveiled itself like a velvet curtain drawing back before a grand performance.
The Queen suddenly rose from her seat.
Though her movement was graceful and measured, it commanded immediate attention. Some Goldhair’s eyes subtly shifted toward her. Just standing alone, she exuded a quiet authority that needed no words.