[Event] [Elven Utopian War] [51] Amael's Escape Plan

After completing Alvara's treatment in just two minutes—again—I exhaled deeply, exhaustion weighing on my shoulders. Opening my eyes, I glanced at her. Her face was serene, her eyelids shut gently.

Did she fell asleep already? 

Or was she merely resting with her eyes closed?

Well, whatever.

I released her hand and turned away.

Before leaving her room, I paused at the door, casting one last glance at her tranquil figure.

What truly matters isn't what others say about you, but how you respond to it. That answer shapes who you become, and in the end, we're all destined to become the person we were meant to be, aren't we?

I smiled a little and stepped out of the suite, and took the elevator.

"Lady Loki! It's an honor to see you!"

A cheerful voice broke my reverie. A noble from Utopia had appeared, his expression brightening at the sight of me.

By now, the name Loki had spread like wildfire throughout Utopia.