With every moment Kaelvryn remained trapped in a state they could neither understand nor control.
Valen stood by the window in the war room, her posture stiff as her gaze remained fixed on the training grounds below, though it was clear she was not truly seeing anything in front of her.
Her thoughts were elsewhere, moving too quickly, connecting too many threads that led nowhere solid, "this is getting ridiculous."
Her voice broke the silence, calm in tone but edged with something sharper, something that betrayed the tension she had been holding back for far too long.
Lucas leaned against the table behind her, his arms folded as he watched her carefully, his expression more serious than usual.
"That is one way to describe it," he replied, his tone quieter than his usual lightness, though not lacking its underlying steadiness.
