Rachel stormed out of the infirmary, her fists clenched tightly as Eliose tried to keep pace with her. The corridors of the academy felt suffocating to Rachel, as though the very walls were conspiring against her. Her anger hadn't dissipated; in fact, it had intensified after witnessing Mia's survival once again. She had narrowly escaped yet another attempt on her life, and Rachel's father had confirmed it—it was his directive.
"I can't believe it," Rachel hissed under her breath, her eyes burning with a mixture of fury and disbelief. "Third time, Eliose. Do you understand? Third time she has escaped. First the rogue attack, then the kidnapping, and now… now this poison. And she survives again. How is this even possible?"
Eliose walked silently beside her, her face calm but thoughtful. She had known Rachel's temper was volatile, but today, it seemed almost dangerous, the way her aura crackled with resentment. She tried to reason with her.
