Timothy had just informed Aleysia that Medusa had already departed, leaping from the plane and plunging into the depths of the sea. The gravity of this revelation settled over her, but there was little time to dwell on it.
Aleysia couldn't shake the image of Medusa leaping from the plane, especially when Timothy told her that Medusa's silhouette was vanishing into the vast expanse of the ocean below.
Even though the pilot had assured her they were flying low, the thought of someone jumping from a plane without a parachute sent shivers down her spine. It was a reckless act that felt surreal and terrifying.
"She's not human, my lady," Timothy reminded her gently, his tone steadying her frayed nerves.
"I know," Aleysia replied, her brow furrowing with worry. "But still..."
