**WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers.
This book, "Regal Rift," is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidenta...
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As Prince Lyxander, Princess Lyra, and Master Ellias returned to the Eldorian castle, they were greeted by soldiers and servants at the gate, including Rhys, who stood among them with a welcoming smile.
"Welcome back, Your Highness," Rhys said warmly as Prince Lyxander approached.
Despite his preoccupation, Prince Lyxander returned the greeting with a smile, acknowledging Rhys's presence.
Rhys escorted Prince Lyxander to his room while the attendant hurriedly attended to his needs.
Once they were alone, Prince Lyxander couldn't contain the weight of his experiences in the Sanctum of Celestial Light.
He poured out his heart to Rhys, recounting the visions of impending battle, the revelation of the Seraph Wrath Sword, and his newfound affinity for holy magic.
Rhys listened intently, nodding sympathetically as Prince Lyxander spoke.
"It sounds like an incredible journey," he remarked, masking his true intentions behind a facade of concern. "
"But it also sounds like a heavy burden to bear, Your Highness."
Prince Lyxander nodded, his expression grave.
"Indeed, it is," he admitted, his mind swirling with thoughts of the future.
"But I must do whatever it takes to protect our kingdom and its people."
Rhys's eyes gleamed with calculated interest.
"Of course, Your Highness," he said smoothly, feigning sincerity.
"And I will be here to support your every step."
"Thank you, Rhys" Prince Lyxander answered him.
As Prince Lyxander rested in his chamber, Princess Lyra wasted no time in seeking out her brother, King Eirian, to relay the details of their journey to the Sanctum of Celestial Light.
With a sense of urgency, she recounted Prince Lyxander's premonitions of the impending battle against the demon, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of the revelation.
King Eirian listened in stunned silence, his features betraying the shock he felt at the news.
For a moment, he struggled to find the words to respond, his mind racing with the implications of what Princess Lyra had told him.
"And the Seraph Wrath Sword?" King Eirian finally managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Is it true?"
Princess Lyra nodded solemnly, her gaze unwavering.
"Yes, brother," she confirmed. "Prince Lyxander saw it in his vision. He has a natural affinity for holy magic."
King Eirian took a deep breath, his mind reeling with the realization of what this meant for their kingdom.
"But why didn't he see the Eldorian sword in his vision?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
