As they progressed, they encountered a room with a ceiling covered in hanging ropes. Ren carefully studied the patterns and tried deciphering the correct sequence to pass through unharmed.
Meanwhile, Elena decided to swing from rope to rope, skilfully navigating her way across. Her daring acrobatics paid off, and Ren couldn't help but admire her carelessness and luck, if nothing else.
In another challenge, they faced a wall of intricate glyphs and symbols. Ren meticulously studied each symbol, attempting to decipher their meaning and order. Elena, on the other hand, relied on her instincts and touched the symbols that resonated with her. Miraculously, the wall shifted, revealing a hidden passage.
Traps seemed to be everywhere, but Elena's keen perception and intuition often led them to avoid danger or plunge them into more danger. Ren, more often than not, saved them from this unwanted accident and unraveled complex riddles that stumped others.
They complemented each other's strengths, finding innovative solutions that bypassed the conventional methods.
Their unique approach drew the attention of the White Queen, who had been observing their progress. Impressed by Ren's problem-solving skills and Elena's lucky careens.
The White Queen emerged from the shadows. She acknowledged their resourcefulness and granted them an audience.
The room shimmered with an ethereal glow, and a hushed silence fell upon the air. A gentle breeze caressed the surroundings, whispering secrets of the impending arrival. And then, in a radiant burst of light, the White Queen emerged, captivating all who beheld her presence.
Her alabaster skin glowed with an otherworldly luminescence, emanating an aura of elegance and grace. Cascading waves of snow-white hair framed her regal countenance, flowing like a waterfall of pure moonlight. Her eyes, like diamonds of the purest clarity, held a profound wisdom and an ancient enchantment, captivating all who dared to meet her gaze.
Draped around her ethereal form was a gown of the purest white, adorned with intricate lace and shimmering silver threads. The fabric seemed to dance and ripple with a life of its own as if woven from the very essence of moonbeams. Each delicate fold and crease was a testament to exquisite craftsmanship, emphasizing her majestic presence.
The White Queen glided forward, her steps barely touching the ground, and her dress trailed behind her like a flowing train of stardust. Her movements were imbued with a captivating grace as if she were dancing to a melody only she could hear. A sense of serenity enveloped the room, and time itself seemed to slow in reverence to her majesty.
In her presence, the air was filled with a delicate fragrance reminiscent of blooming lilies and moonlit gardens. Her voice, when she spoke, carried a melodic quality, like the gentle whisper of a breeze through a winter's night. Every word she uttered held profound wisdom, painting vivid pictures in the minds of those who listened.
The White Queen embodied an ethereal beauty that transcended mortal understanding. Her appearance exuded an aura of both power and tranquility, commanding respect and admiration from all who beheld her. As she graced the room with her regal presence, the very essence of elegance and mystery seemed to materialize before their very eyes.
Her arrival marked a turning point in their journey, and finally, it was time for the ultimate test to pass through from her territory and onwards to Autumn Palace.
"Adventurers, your remarkable display of solving my puzzles and traps have made me both . . . frustrated and pleased. Tell me . . . what is it that you seek in my domain?"
"My Queen," Elena started and bowed. "We only seek safe passage from your territory."
"Oh?" The Queen's voice hinted at surprise, but her face remained a stony mask with an ice-cold smile. "Would you mind telling me where you are headed?"
Elena and Ren exchanged glances. There was no lying with the White Queen. She would know. It was her domain, after all. She could do whatever she wanted here. Ren was so sure of it after reading the White Queen's stat.
He was sure that Elena knew it too, that's why she said, "To the Autumn palace."
The White Queen's head tilted slightly, her diamond eyes glistening with an otherworldly radiance. A knowing smile played upon her lips as she spoke, her voice carrying a sense of authority and intrigue.
"What a coincidence," she said, "this young man seemed to be going to the Autumn Palace as well."
The moment that the White Queen said those words, a mirror materialized before them, showing a figure trapped inside. It was a young man. A drow.
His regal presence was unmistakable. His long, flowing black hair cascaded down his back, contrasting beautifully against his smooth purple skin. His piercing black eyes held a mixture of wariness and exhaustion. He exuded an air of reserved confidence befitting his noble status.
He was adorned in an exquisite suit of armor, intricately detailed with ornate engravings and embellishments. The dark metal gleamed under the light, casting an imposing aura around him. The armor showcased the craftsmanship of the highest order, a testament to the wealth and prestige of the drow royalty. Its intricate design depicted mythical creatures and ancient symbols, symbolizing his lineage and power.
Elena's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she recognized the drow prince in shackles beside the White Queen. The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.
"Prince Zeroth!
Princes Zeroth? Ren was surprised. THE Princes Zeroth?
The prince of drow, who was gone missing and was rumored of being hostage by the white elves . . . was here all along.
Ren rummaged his head for this kind of information, but he couldn't think of anything. The storyline deviated from what he used to know.
Ren's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the unexpected turn of events. The information he had learned about Prince Zeroth seemed to contradict what he had previously known.
In this revised narrative, Prince Zeroth had embarked on a daring quest within the Elven Realm. He sought a way to end the long-standing conflict between the drow and white elves.
In this alternate storyline that he knew, Prince Zeroth's purpose was clear — to defeat his mother, claim the throne, and unite the drow and white elves in a harmonious alliance.
The scene was set for a grand tale of bravery, sacrifice, and the transformative power of a single individual's determination to bring about lasting change, which would eventually open the gates to the land of the dark elves for players to embark.
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