I leaned back against the headboard, the soft hum of the room's mana-infused lanterns filling the silence. The faint flicker of light reflected on the polished stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows. My body ached faintly from the aftermath of the match, but nothing compared to the mental exhaustion of today's events. Vitaliara's presence stirred in my mind, a sharp yet familiar sensation, her tone immediately cutting through the stillness.
[Crazy stuff, you said?] her voice chimed, laced with curiosity and a hint of reprimand. [I know your definition of 'crazy' tends to leave collateral damage. Care to elaborate?]
A small smile tugged at my lips as I stared at the ceiling, tracing invisible patterns in the smooth stone. 'Collateral damage? You wound me, Vitaliara. When have my plans ever gone astray?'
[Do you want the full list alphabetically or chronologically?] she retorted, her tone dry but teasing.
