NARRATOR

As Gabrielle’s feet crossed the threshold of the door, her entire body underwent a profound transformation.

Her simple, mud-stained clothes morphed into an exquisite red gown, like the ones she used to wear when she was the sovereign and ruler of the throne.

Her long black hair cascaded down her back, gleaming, and the bandage on her beautiful face disappeared, revealing her expressive, stern blue eyes fixed firmly ahead.

She was the perfect image of her past self at its finest, and although Gabrielle knew it was all part of Zarek's illusion, she silently thanked him for the gesture.

When Celine saw Gabrielle, her thoughts immediately went to her brother; no matter how confused she was, she would never forget Quinn.

“He's fine, don't worry,” Gabrielle glanced at her for a brief second while passing by, managing to slip that message into her tormented mind.

Zarek hadn’t allowed Quinn to advance beyond a certain point, and despite his frustration, he had no choice but to trust