Cale's eyes lingered on the residence as they approached, his mind already working through the implications.
He glanced at Elon walking beside him. "Take me to see your senior sister."
Elon blinked, clearly caught off guard by the directness of the request. "Uh... I mean, she's usually busy with Mid level missions, and—"
"I'd like to meet her," Cale insisted.
Elowen walked ahead toward the ornate wooden doors of the residence, her movements deliberate. The building was impressive in its own right—clearly designed for someone of considerable status. She reached the entrance and called out, her voice carrying through the structure.
"Lady Emily, I have come to see you. I hope you are free."
For a moment, silence.
"Sigh... come in."
The moment Cale crossed the threshold, the weight slammed into him like a physical force. The qi saturating this place was suffocating—thick and oppressive, pressing down on everything it touched.
He glanced back at Elon, his expression hardening.
