"Your Majesty, it's possible, but it would require an immense amount of magic energy," Albert replied, his tone filled with concern. Internally, he cursed the fool who had handed such a crucial key to an outsider.
Elora remained silent, her expression thoughtful. After a brief pause, she spoke. "Alright. I will change the dome key in three days." Internally, she mused, 'That gives the church three days to respond.'
She was certain they would come—after all, the dungeon was far too tempting to ignore.
"You may leave. Bring some refreshments in an hour—those blue ice cakes." She barely managed to keep her expression neutral, but internally, she was already drooling at the memory of their creamy sweetness. 'Such delights.'
''As you wish, Your Majesty.'' Albert bowed and left the room.
Elora turned back to her work, but a knock interrupted her thoughts.
''Come in.''
