Elara stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against stone with a harsh sound.
Her expression was completely blank. Empty. But there was something in the way she moved—mechanical, purposeful, wrong—that made the System's sensors go haywire.
"Host?" it said nervously. "Where are you going? You should rest. Should I call Cullens? Why are you—"
Elara didn't answer.
Just walked toward the door with swift, determined steps.
The System followed, bobbing anxiously in her wake. "Host, talk to me. What's happening? Are you feeling another episode? Your magical pressure seems stable but—"
Nothing.
Elara walked through corridors with single-minded focus. Knights bowed as she passed. Servants pressed themselves against walls and curtsied. She acknowledged none of them. Just kept walking, eyes fixed ahead, jaw set.
The System was genuinely panicking now. "HOST. You're scaring me. What are you doing? Where are we going? ELARA—"
She reached her private chambers.
