Axel had indeed sent the guards, but I wasn’t about to let their presence deter me. The moment the doctor, a stern yet compassionate woman in her late forties, cleared me, confirming that all traces of silver had been successfully flushed from my system, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The sterile hospital room felt stifling; I could almost feel the weight of its white walls closing in on me. Ignoring the guards’ protests and their attempts to redirect me back to my bed, I strode down the dimly lit corridor, urgency propelling me forward.
When I finally burst into the meeting hall, pandemonium erupted before me. The room buzzed with tension, and voices clashed in a cacophony of accusations. A group of newcomers, their expressions a mix of anger and fear, were confro
