"Of course," Max said without hesitation, his nod firm. "Do as you please."
"Good." Lady Divine's tone turned commanding, even though her smile lingered. Her gaze flicked briefly at the two young figures before her. "You two little kids, get out. I wish to speak with Hermes alone."
Lyra glanced once at Max. Max glanced back. Neither of them spoke, but the exchange was clear—they both felt the weight of Lady Divine's presence and knew better than to linger.
Without further hesitation, the two turned and stepped out of the room, the heavy door closing quietly behind them, leaving Lady Divine and Emperor Hermes alone in the chamber.
The atmosphere in the chamber shifted the moment the heavy door closed behind Max and Lyra. Silence lingered, broken only by the faint rustle of Lenavira's shallow breathing. Lady Divine moved closer to the bed, her blue hair shimmering under the dim lantern light as her fingertips hovered above Lenavira's body.
