Third-person POV
The crowd began to break apart the moment Jella disappeared into the palace. It wasn't slow or calm—people scattered like they'd suddenly realized they were standing too close to a wildfire. Phones were lowered, whispers turned into nervous muttering, and the fear in the air was so heavy it almost felt like there was an ongoing massacre, even though no one had been killed.
The guards who had tried to shoot earlier were backing away too, their faces pale, their hands trembling as they put distance between themselves and Electra.
Electra didn't pay any attention to them. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, her steps quiet and controlled as she walked back toward Seraphina, Irina, Penelope, and Roxana, almost like she was following a path no one else could see.
