Time couldn't be measured in such a way... But with Dante's conversation... He managed to do something crucial...
"W-what is it?" Siren stammered as she saw a light elf in front of her, looking at her and handing her something, a... invitation...
"Just accept it," Valentina said, and the elf trembled slightly at the sound of her voice... "It's from my husband, for sure," she added with a smile.
"He wouldn't leave you alone with so many problems happening," Valentina said, letting out a small laugh...
'Right on time... that bastard went to talk to Vlad...' Valentina thought.
Siren held the invitation in her hands, the paper light, but laden with a gravity that made her tremble. She looked at Valentina, the woman's smile now seeming almost ironic.
"What does he want, sending me to a meeting in the middle of a war?" Siren asked, her voice full of suspicion and a touch of anger. "Why me? And why now?"
