[Third Person View.]
Amidst the bustling activity encompassing the Mage's Gambit preparations on the academy grounds, a singular girl lay sprawled upon her bed, encased in bandages like one pummeled by a tempestuous Thargtusks.
Mary was ensnared in an overwhelming sense of numbness, a peculiar dichotomy of physical pain intertwined with a detachment enveloping her heart and mind for the past two days.
Her vacant eyes fixated on the unyielding ceiling, tracing patterns unseen. A dull ache reverberated through her, but it was eclipsed by the hollow emptiness gnawing at her core.
"Are you not going to see Adam off?" inquired the Elven Princess, her gaze laced with sympathy and pity directed at the shattered girl.
