Seraphine and Loriel stood confused after hearing the receptionist's sudden, absurd words. They were a bit relaxed, seeing it was her—not an immediate threat—but their guard remained up, weapons still ready in their hands.
What is she talking about?
Seraphine opened her mouth, about to ask her to explain what was going on, but her voice cut off mid-breath.
The receptionist had already drifted away, her urgent voice trailing behind her as she ran down the hallway.
"Follow me! Please, just follow!"
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
Maya didn't look back. She'd told the travelers about the apocalyptic event—that was all she could spare. She couldn't waste too much time here explaining details. There was also her mother living in the city, elderly and unable to move quickly on her own. She had to reach her and get out of here as fast as possible.
I can't waste time explaining everything. They'll find out for themselves if they just follow me.
