Han was feeling very anxious. He had never, since the day he began serving her, seen Lady Pelica in the current situation she found herself.
Since she could speak, he assumed and assured himself that she could take care of herself, at least for a while. He turned his attention to the room and raised his hands.
His holographic body solidified once again and with a wave of his hand, an arcane diagram of dark purple flared to life as he completely locked down the room.
Nothing could attack now with surprise and if such an attack did come, it would find it hard to penetrate the room. He even layered shields against spirits.
"My Lady, are you alright?" Han asked.
She sat up with a little struggle, her body covered in sweat but worst of all, dark cracks began to appear on her as if her body was made of ceramics.
Of all the things that had happened, it was the cracks that completely shocked Han. He looked at Lady Pelica as if he was seeing something that was impossible.
