The ringing echo of cheers and a digital applause still hummed in the periphery of my Mind Palace, a phantom sensation after ending the livestream between Selene and Azalea.
Selene, the ancient, battle-hardened mage, and Azalea, the modern, pragmatic doctor. Sometimes, I swear, my inner world was more chaotic than the actual ER on a Saturday night.
"Bloody hell," I muttered to the empty air of my Mind Palace's main hall, rubbing my temples.
"Mental acrobatics like that should come with a hazard pay."
But then, the thought hit me.
That controlled chaos, the need to keep two powerful, conflicting personalities from tearing each other—and me—apart, it mirrored something else entirely. Something real. Something I was desperately trying to avoid acknowledging.
The world was spinning, or maybe it was just me.
How many gulps of gin had I downed tonight? I couldn't even remember.
