บท 163: Mended soul

I guide Mona and the baby carefully through the darkened paths of the palace, my senses on high alert. Each shadow feels like a threat, every distant sound making my heart pound faster, but I press on, dodging knights and guards who patrol the grounds. Once we reach a more secluded area near the palace walls, I signal to Callan, who is waiting just as we planned, his sharp eyes sweeping the area.

We don't have much time. I glance around, ensuring the path is clear, and then give a low whistle. A tense moment passes, the air thick with anticipation. Then, with a rush of wind, Leona appears, her presence as fierce and commanding as ever. Just seconds later, Roman arrives, his eyes taking in the situation with calm efficiency.