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"Take me there,"

Lirae said to no one in particular, staring in the direction Jezeneth had just gone.

The situation at the border had caught her attention, and she couldn't stop herself from wanting to know more about what was happening.

'I feel like he's involved.'

Lirae couldn't shake off the feeling, no matter how much she tried. She just knew that Atticus was somehow involved. In fact, he could very well be the major cause of this event.

She had to know.

Seconds passed, and she received no response.

"Did I stammer?" Lirae's voice turned cold, her tone cutting through the silence like a blade.

In the next instant, the bracelet fixed on her wrist suddenly lit up with an intense glow before a mass of crimson blood burst out, forming into an aged woman who bowed in front of Lirae with respect.

"That isn't the case, young mistress. The mistress is worried that you're not ready to fac—"