Kyle sat quietly in his room, the edges of his thoughts still frayed by what had happened with Christan.
The divine interference had left a bitter taste in his mouth. He needed a moment of clarity, a chance to gather his thoughts without distraction. And for that, he needed Queen.
"Keep an eye on the hall."
Kyle murmured.
Queen, perched silently at the edge of the window, let out a soft screech before taking flight. Its wings cut through the sky with precision, and in mere moments, it was soaring above the grand banquet. Its sharp eyes swept the scene below, cutting through the sea of nobles, laughter, and drink.
That was when it noticed her.
Emelia.
She was not alone.
Someone cloaked in grey stood far too close to her, speaking with low, hushed tones. Kyle frowned the moment the image reached his mind.
He stood up.
"The pests have entered."