'Great.'
Celeste sighed.
The group of warriors surrounding her remained frozen, unable to believe their eyes. Eventually, their shackles of disbelief wore off. However, as a result, their spirits fell, plunged in despair.
In the relative silence, Celeste's ears registered a few muffled sobs.
A sense of guilt rose within her, but there was nothing she could do to help them, especially now that she had also been imprisoned.
The male warriors closest to Celeste were kind enough to give the Chosen of the Divine Sovereign her own little space.
She lowered herself gracefully to the floor and instinctively crossed her legs. In the next moment, her mind was already on the precipice of entering a meditative state, no longer focused on her surroundings.
Celeste's thoughts flowed, yet they did not drift along a chaotic current.
Instead, they were smooth and orderly, ebbing gently akin to a peaceful stream.
