Chapitre 202: Angel of Redemption: Gabriel

"Good," Linsley said, dismissing the artifact with a wave of his hand.

He turned toward Lucy, who remained tense but no longer restrained. Despite her outward composure, faint signs of the side effects of overusing her Fallen Angel gift lingered.

Her crimson eyes glowed faintly, and dark flux swirled around her like a restless shadow, betraying the storm of emotions she was still struggling to reign in.

"Now, we need to address her," Linsley said, his voice steady but carrying an edge of concern.

Ted frowned, glancing at Lucy again. "You sure she's ready? She's still giving me the death glare—and, uh, that flux around her doesn't exactly scream 'calm.'"

Lucy finally met Ted's gaze, though her expression was tight, her voice quiet but steady.

"I'm fine," she muttered, though the faint crackle of dark flux around her said otherwise. "Ted, I didn't mean to drag you into my… mess."