The air was warm when Ahcehera entered her residence, which was a far cry from the chilling emotions that were consuming her thoughts.
The dim lighting cast long shadows across the walls, and the faint scent of tea lingered in the air. He came back earlier than I thought.
Richard sat on the couch, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were sharp as he watched her enter. He had been waiting.
She removed her gloves and draped them over the armrest of a chair before looking at him. "How was the meeting?" she asked, cutting straight to the point.
Richard sighed, rubbing his temples as if trying to push away a headache. "Not good. Several portals have become active again, but that's not the worst part."
Ahcehera crossed her arms, her gaze steady. "What happened?"
"Some of these portals aren't just opening randomly. They've been deliberately tampered with," Richard explained.
