Denise driven to escape

As the war room buzzed with frantic activity, Shane burst through the doors, his face flushed with exertion and a mix of relief and confusion.

"Your Majesty!" he called out, striding purposefully towards Eleanor. "I have urgent news."

Eleanor turned from the tactical displays, her brow furrowed. "What is it, Shane? Have you identified the threat?"

Shane's eyes flickered briefly to Denise before settling back on Eleanor. "Actually, Your Majesty, it's quite the opposite. Our team has conducted thorough scans and... there's no threat. At least, not the one we thought."

A hush fell over the room. Eleanor's eyes widened in disbelief. "What do you mean, no threat? We all saw the visions, heard the roars. The city is in panic!"