Mozrael's eyes fluttered open, but the world around her was hazy. Her vision swam as she tried to focus, the dim light seeping into her consciousness like a slow poison. For a moment, she didn't know where she was. Her limbs felt alien, heavy as though they didn't belong to her body. The dull ache spread like a forgotten memory, and it took all her effort to drag herself from the fog of unconsciousness. Her breath came in shallow, trembling gasps as she fought to stay calm. What happened? Why was she still here? Why wasn't she...
Sitting up, she stared forward at the doors, not paying attention to the maid seated next to her.
"What's wrong with Aramith and Lia?" Mozrael's voice was calm—too calm.
"Aiden said they have expended too much energy and need some time to rest and recover," The maid responded.
"I need to clean myself," Mozrael said, her tone sharp but restrained.
