THE MARK FROM THE OVERLORD

A blinding, primal instinct drove Elowen relentlessly toward the grand podium. The magnetic pull dragging her forward felt far stronger than the bond she had shared with Krovos a year ago. It consumed her senses, overriding logic, fear, and the sheer impossibility of the situation. The massive, crowded main hall and the hundreds of seated elites faded into a muted blur of irrelevant shapes. The he