Hospital Wing – Level 5 | Ten Minutes After the Train Incident
The glass doors slid open with a whisper, ushering in the trio with a rush of cold night air.
Cruxius walked in the middle—composed, pale, but the same composed presence. His steps were steady, posture unyielding, even as two women flanked him like contrasts to his composure.
Darithi clung to his left, eyes wide, every breath a silent scream. "Master, you need to sit," she begged, half-dragging him toward the reception desk. "You have been bitten by that woman—we don't know what she did to you. It could be poison. Neurotoxin. Something arcane—"
"I'm aware," Cruxius murmured, glancing at her but not slowing as things were unexpectedly fast; he did not expect someone from royal lineage to make a move against him. "I said I'm fine."
No, he could feel that it was not someone from the royal lineage targeting him for something else, but their target was in particular bleeding without knowing his identity.
