Layla's chest was still rising and falling sharply, her body trembling from the last shock, when the tablet screen flickered again. A new program had begun, another broadcast.
But this time, it wasn't about Vale Imperium.
It was about something else.Something... worse for her.
She didn't even need to hear the details yet to feel it in her gut, an eerie prickle on the back of her neck, a twisting sense of unease curling in her stomach like smoke. Her instincts screamed at her, warning that this was about to be another blow she wasn't ready for.
And she was right.
The tablet's screen now displayed a polished news anchor sitting in another pristine studio, framed by the gleaming golden IFA logo behind her. Her posture was sharp, her presence elegant, and her voice carried the distinct crispness of someone about to drop something massive.
Layla's throat dried. She had a very bad feeling about this.The announcer's next words confirmed it.
