Cessy traced the dark Underworld grammar across the warded communication mirror, her demonic features rigid with professional gravity.
"The high courts below classify this mark as an ancestral birth claim," she explained, her voice echoing clearly into the planning room.
"Returning her below preserves her physical life, but that ownership claim attaches to whichever noble house receives her custody."
Lord Lucan stood silently behind her with one hand resting near the dimensional boundary controls, his expression unreadable.
Vella kept the child's recorded spiritual circulation hovering beside the mirror, her eyes filled with clinical skepticism.
"Could the Underworld medical specialists treat the severe extraction damage itself?" she asked, studying the jagged meridians.
"Specialists below can stabilize her damaged core safely," Cessy admitted without flinching.
