When a technologically advanced modern country is unexpectedly transported to a magical realm, it triggers a collision of civilizations. This intriguing clash between science and sorcery unfolds as the modern society grapples with adapting to a worl...
Crestoria Nova, The White Castle . . . . . In the middle of the night, Alena wandered through the quiet hallways of the palace, unable to find solace in sleep. Instead, she sought refuge in the familiar embrace of books within the library. As she roamed the corridors, an eerie silence enveloped her, prompting her to wonder about the unusual stillness.
Her curiosity piqued, Alena's gaze fell upon a soft glow emanating from her father's office. Without hesitation, she approached the door and cautiously stepped inside. There, she found President Night standing by the window, his silhouette illuminated by the moonlight.
"Father, are you still awake at this hour?" Alena inquired softly, her voice echoing in the dimly lit room. "The corridors are deserted-"
"Ah, Alena," President Night interrupted, turning to face his daughter. "It is indeed late, but come in."
Alena entered the office, but something felt amiss. Her keen eyes noticed her father adorned in the ceremonial gown of Emre, the first king of Crestoria-a garment that should have been safeguarded within the confines of the Crestoria's museum.
"Why are you wearing Emre's gown, Father?" Alena's voice trembled with uncertainty as she confronted her father. "It belongs in the museum-it's not meant to be worn."
President Night's expression remained unreadable. "I'm afraid you're mistaken, Alena. This gown rightfully belongs to me."
Alena's confusion deepened, sensing an ominous aura surrounding her father. Before she could voice her suspicions, President Night's demeanor shifted, his voice taking on a sinister tone.
"And one more thing," he uttered, his voice resonating with a chilling intensity. "This new world... is rightfully mine as well."
As President Night advanced towards her, Alena recoiled in fear, her heart racing with dread.
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Suddenly, his visage contorted into a grotesque semblance of an undead entity, and with a menacing lunge, he launched an attack. . . . . .
AHHHHHH!
With a sharp gasp, Alena jolted awake, her body drenched in cold sweat. Relief flooded her as she realized it was merely a nightmare, but the lingering fear remained, gripping her in its icy embrace. Trembling, she clutched the sheets, grateful that reality offered sanctuary from the horrors of her dreams.
As Alena's heart raced with the remnants of fear from her nightmare, a series of loud knocks echoed through her room, jolting her from her thoughts.
"Alena, are you alright?!" The urgent voice of a Crestoria guard resounded through the door, followed by the sound of forceful attempts to open it.
"Alena-OW!" Before the guard could finish, the door swung open with a sharp thud, accidentally hitting the guard square in the face.
Alena rushed past the bewildered guard, her eyes scanning the room for her father. But before she could reach him, she collided with another figure in the hallway.
