The room felt too small.
Too suffocating.
Elysia stood frozen just inside the doorway, her breath caught in her chest as Zera's words echoed through the silence like a thunderclap.
A plan to kill Malvoria.
The weight of those words pressed down on her, sharp and heavy, making it hard to breathe. She could still feel the ghost of Malvoria's arms around her from just moments ago, the warmth lingering on her skin like an unwanted brand.
And now, standing here, faced with Zera's unwavering determination, Elysia felt like she was caught between two worlds—two impossible choices.
"Say something," Zera whispered, her voice barely above a breath but crackling with urgency. Her sharp eyes locked onto Elysia's, searching, pleading, demanding.
Elysia opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She clenched her hands into fists at her sides, trying to steady the trembling that refused to subside. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, the ground crumbling beneath her feet.
