Kiara and Ophelia remained uneasy despite the official's calm assurance that there was no danger. Both of them knew Eleanor was an awakened Elizabeth. She might be many things, but never weak. Yet none of the academy staff appeared even remotely troubled by her condition. Eleanor, meanwhile, looked as though she were merely sleeping, her expression serene, her breathing steady. With no outward sign of distress, they forced themselves to wait patiently.
At last, after more than half an hour, Eleanor's lashes fluttered and her eyes opened. But instead of regaining full awareness, she fell into a daze. Within her mind, a translucent display bloomed into view. Nora's voice echoed softly.
