Loreia's voice thundered through the chamber.
"Damn you, Lucius! I never thought you'd push it this far!"
She sat up, her hands gripping the edge of the reinforced slab beneath her.
Her body trembled—not from pain.
But from the aftershock of everything flooding into her.
Somewhere across the castle, Lucius blinked.
His hair subtly lifted at the back of his neck.
"...She's awake."
Fiona tilted her head, still chewing on a piece of toast.
"Something wrong, Lord L?"
Lucius shook his head with a dry smile.
"No, just… an old beast stretching her claws again."
"I'll tend to it later."
He looked at Fiona.
"Enjoy your meal. I have a few things to handle."
Fiona gave a casual salute with her fork.
"Go do your thing, Lord L. I'm gonna steal another croissant."
Lucius turned to Luna, who stood nearby with a tablet in hand.
"Check on Loreia."
Luna gave a soft nod.
"Yes, Master. I'll make sure she didn't destroy half the room."
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