章 89: The Royal banquet (6) Get Up

"Draven..." Amberine managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.

"You're not done yet," Draven said, his tone harsh. "Get up."

Amberine's senses slowly returned to her, the ringing in her ears fading as Draven's commanding voice sliced through the haze. The sharpness of his tone, filled with urgency and authority, reignited a spark within her, compelling her to move. She forced herself to sit up, her limbs heavy with exhaustion and pain. Her vision cleared, revealing a scene of chaos and desperation.