"By the nine hells, what's going on there?" Losing the vision through the automaton hound the moment it entered the cave, the Iron Queen, clicked her tongue and squeezed her fingers into the armrest of the ivory throne. Opening her eyes, she was met with an empty council room, with nobody but Grace standing by her side.
"First, Apeiron started malfunctioning and now this…" Heaving a tired sigh, she turned to the only person in that hall.
Looking down at her face, Grace offered not sympathy but constructive criticism.
