Chapter 133: The mission carries on
Trisha awoke with a dull throb in her chest, the ache feeling more pronounced than usual, as if something vital had been torn from her. The heaviness weighed her down as she reached across the bed, her hand touching the cold, empty space beside her where Axel should have been. Her heart sank deeper, a chill settling in her bones.
"Where are you, Axel?" she murmured, her voice barely a whisper in the quiet room.
Reluctantly, she forced herself out of bed. She felt hollow inside, like a piece of her had gone missing overnight. Every step toward the bathroom felt like a struggle, as if her body refused to cooperate with the day ahead. The warm water from the shower did little to wash away the suffocating dread creeping through her mind. With a deep breath, she donned her uniform, trying to shake off the weight in her chest. There was no time for weakness now—not when Commander Asher had summoned everyone to a meeting.
