Malrik and Wuthenya appeared within the Wargrave estate, materializing with silent grace. Wuthenya exhaled sharply the moment her feet touched the polished ground. Though she didn't utter a word previously, her mind instinctively braced itself throughout her talk with Malrik, half-expecting another Sinvaira to launch an attack.
Both Malrik and Wuthenya began walking with measured steps, heading toward Azeron's office, their expressions unreadable yet calm.
"I wonder if the youngest is awake yet," Malrik asked, his voice breaking the silence.
"Well, he just completed his True Awakening. I remember sleeping for about a week straight after mine," Wuthenya replied, walking alongside him in a composed manner.
During her own awakening, she had nearly slept through every hour of the day. It had been a time marked by vulnerability, being targeted by assassins for six and a half hours without a moment's rest was no ordinary ordeal, especially for a fifteen-year-old child.
