Chapter 152 – The Queen’s Chamber
Several days had passed since the castle’s reconstruction was completed. The once-collapsed stones now stood proudly in a new formation, reinforced by magic and the tireless labor of undead hands. Tall dark pillars rose with carvings of bone and iron, while the eternal fire torches lit up the corridors in an eerie glow. Watchtowers were active once more, and the underground halls pulsed with steady streams of dark magic.
Yet, far from all the bustle and activity, the queen was simply enjoying her morning in her private chamber.
Sylvia’s room lay at the top of the main tower, with large glass windows displaying the sweeping panorama of the valley and the low-hanging clouds. The heavy curtains were half drawn, letting morning light pour in gently over the edge of her bed.
She wore a sheer, fine camisole its color a soft gray like mist, nearly transparent. Her black hair spilled around her in disarray, unbrushed since she’d awoken. She sat up, a report laid across her lap, and in her left hand, a steaming cup of tea.
"Hmm..." Sylvia tilted her head as she read slowly, eyes sharp despite her relaxed posture. "So the world changed this much... just from that little zombie outbreak I spread back then."
She leaned back against the cushioned chaise lounge, her slender fingers tapping the cup’s handle as she pondered.
"Ah, I almost forgot... Velthya. " She said the name lazily, though laced with faint curiosity. "I wonder what that city looks like now? Still standing... or just another ruin?"
She placed her cup down and closed her eyes briefly. With a raised finger, she called forth a thread of telepathic magic.
"Recon unit, redirect course southwest. Location: City of Velthya. Bring back visual reports. Do not engage unless ordered."