Capítulo 842: Not Alone

Aldric wasn't kidding when he had called this place "mini Astaria."

As Islinda walked through the streets, she marveled at how similar everything was to the grand city she had grown accustomed to.

The architecture, the layout of the streets, even the energy in the air, it all mirrored Astaria so closely that if someone had told her they were back in the capital, she might have believed it.

Yet, this place was supposed to be the Night Court, or at least what remained of it. If the Night Court had ever had its own distinct culture, it was nowhere to be found now, buried beneath the influence of the other courts, especially the Summer and Spring Fae.