The discussion between Damien and Queen Lareen continued, the atmosphere calm but layered with meaning.
The queen leaned slightly forward, her eyes sharp but warm with trust. Damien had earned it after all.
"As I said before," she began, "this town must remain a hidden secret."
Damien nodded. He had expected as much.
Even without her saying it, he understood why.
A place like this—a sanctuary for Beast Tamers—was far too valuable. If word got out, it would be hunted relentlessly.
By nobles. By warring kingdoms. By those who sought power through control.
The mere existence of this town was a danger to itself.
"Would you prefer that I swear an Essence Oath?" Damien offered.
Queen Lareen tilted her head slightly. "You would do that?"
"Yes," Damien replied simply. "If it gives you peace of mind."
The Essence Oath was an unbreakable vow.
Once sworn, it bound the soul—meaning he could never reveal the secret of this place without suffering a fate worse than death.
