David sprinted deeper into the corridor the moment he sensed the violent eruption of energy coming from one of his subordinate shadows within his own chamber. He didn't bother with the servants or workers he brushed past.
"That damned girl!" he muttered under his breath, panic lacing his voice.
Sweat dripped heavily down his temples, his breathing ragged and shallow. His hurried steps struck against the marble floor, each rapid thud-thud-thud echoing like drumbeats that only heightened the urgency clawing at him. His shoulders were raised high with tension, eyes darting left and right, restless, as though he was trying to reassure himself that the situation was still—somehow—under control.
Not long after, he reached the final bend of the hallway, the last corner before the entrance to his own chamber. He cautiously leaned his body against the wall, tilting his head just enough to peek around it.
There—Dedy stood, positioned firmly before a shimmering barrier.
