Sylvia didn't receive the response she had hoped for.
Though that was mostly because she had knocked them unconscious.
The thought that those weaklings could stop her from leaving was almost laughable.
With a calm expression, she continued down the castle halls.
Finding her father wasn't difficult.
Her left eye burned faintly, and flashes of the future appeared before her—brief glimpses showing where she would meet him.
Following those visions, she walked slowly through the corridors.
Her footsteps echoed softly through the vast citadel of the Moonveil royal household.
Decorations of silver and pale crystal adorned the halls, their opulence reflecting centuries of elven pride.
Behind her, guards shouted and hurried through the corridors, trying to coordinate themselves.
Yet Sylvia simply walked forward.
No one saw her.
She moved naturally through their blind spots, her path guided by the brief flashes from her strange new eye.
