Queen Elysia stepped forward, her royal bearing unmistakable despite the blood and grime that stained her armor. Her voice cut through the vast throne room with the authority of one born to command, each word carrying the weight of centuries of rule and the desperate fury of a mother whose child had been stolen.
"Where is my son?" The demand echoed off the pristine white walls, reverberating through the chamber with such force that even the elite guards flanking Kiada shifted uncomfortably. "Where is Eren? And where is Viva?" Her air magic responded to her emotional state, creating subtle currents that stirred the oppressive atmosphere of the throne room.
