The World Is Watching

[Warning: Old Content]

The steam from the hot springs still clings to Argider's skin as she steps out, her hair damp and heavy against her back. For once, she feels… lighter. A small, fleeting sense of normalcy lingers—until she opens the doors and sees the chaos unfolding before her.

The palace courtyard is in complete disarray. Couriers run frantically, their arms stacked with parchment. Messengers yell over each other, their voices rising in urgency. Soldiers, usually disciplined, move in barely contained panic. And at the center of it all, a group of high priests stands, their robes billowing as they argue in frantic, hushed tones.

Argider blinks. Then, instinctively, she takes a step back inside.

Nope. She's not dealing with this today.

Unfortunately, fate has other plans.