Slender fingers continuously caressed the "Celestial" crystal on her chest, the frequency of her actions revealing the unease within her heart.
More noticeable was the subtle sense of dislocation emanating from her.
It was as if something around her was slowly twisting the flow of time, creating an indescribable sense of discord.
"I'm sorry to disturb you so late, Lecturer Ralph."
Chloe's voice remained as gentle as a feather, but the urgency within it seemed to lower the temperature of the room by a few degrees:
"But Professor Yutel said some matters can no longer be delayed. The fog of destiny is thickening, and if we don't act promptly..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but the implication was clear.
Ron sat down on the sofa opposite, carefully observing the girl's expression.
Even through the black silk, he could sense a certain... yearning emanating from those eyes.
It was not a yearning for wealth or power, but something deeper.
