Afternoon.
Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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The bond between Lydia and Helena, though newly forged it was not delicate but strong, and the thought of losing her filled Helena with a sense of dread.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Helena pushed open the doors with trembling hands, her heart pounding in her chest.
Conan was surprised she knew her way as she rushed for the main stairs but he said nothing.
Inside, the warmth of candlelight greeted them, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Without hesitation, she hurried down the corridor, the knight close behind, their footsteps echoing in the empty halls.
With each passing moment, the lady's fear grew stronger, driving her forward with renewed determination.
She prayed silently for the strength to save Lydia. knowing that time was slipping away with each fleeting second.
