Lana shot him a sharp look, her lips parting as if to retort, but before she could say anything, the door opened.
Axel walked in, holding a tray filled with medicinal concoctions.
The strong, bitter scent of herbs immediately filled the room, making Lana's nose wrinkle instinctively.
The moment she saw him, she suppressed her irritation and forced a smile.
"What are you doing now?" she asked, her tone laced with mild complaint.
"Can you stop, just once, with all these medicinal drinks? At this rate, I might as well turn into a walking herb."
Axel glanced at her, completely unfazed. "Ungrateful," he replied flatly.
Then his expression turned serious. "The investigation is complete."
Lana's smile faded.
Axel continued, his gaze steady. "Someone behind the scenes is targeting you."
A faint chill crept down Lana's spine. She frowned slightly.
"Is it because of my… energy?" she asked slowly. "It's stronger than most mystic cultivators."
Axel gave a small nod.
