Master was sitting alone in his room, drinking alone. It was clear that his mind was preoccupied and he looked a little disturbed.

His mind was consumed with thoughts of the queen's mysterious resurrection. He pondered over the strange circumstances surrounding her return to life, unable to shake off the feeling that something significant was at play. His brow furrowed as he brooded, lost in the depths of his contemplation.

Just as the silence of his solitude began to settle, the door to his room burst open, and Raba, rushed in, her scales shimmering with urgency. "Master!" Raba exclaimed, breathless from her haste. " I beg your pardon for this...