Mary stepped through the portal, her silver hair clinging to her damp skin, her eyes scanning the room with a detached calm. She didn't speak, didn't ask any immediate questions—just observed. Her confusion about life had dulled her reactions, making everything seem distant.
Adam, always gentle and careful, walked toward her with that warm smile that seemed to draw people in. "Mary," he started softly, "we need your help."
She looked at him, her gaze steady but emotionless. "What is this about?"
She wasn't there, like she was but she wasn't at all.
Adam hesitated, carefully choosing his words. "We're being called to fight... demons. The creatures we fought during the Mage's Gambit, remember? The same ones."
Her brow furrowed slightly, and she asked, "What does that have to do with me?" Something she would've never asked but lately she doesn't want to come out of her training room.
