The next day, Esteria's mind still buzzed from the events that had unfolded. After Celene's visit, the room felt quieter, as if the lightness had slipped away and the weight of her responsibilities had returned with a vengeance. It wasn't long before Lord El-Kharis entered, his usual composed demeanor slightly strained, his eyes darker than usual.
"How is she?" Esteria asked before he could speak, already knowing it was about Azazel.
Lord El-Kharis sighed deeply, his face etched with concern. "She is improving, but still fragile. The poison in her blood has weakened her, but we've managed to stabilize her. However, we need to act quickly."
Esteria nodded, a knot forming in her stomach. "And what happens now?"
