The passage back from the High Citadel to the dark stone fortress was wrapped in a suffocating, icy silence. The moment the blinding flash of teleportation faded, Sera pulled away from Kaelen's side and began marching down the long obsidian corridor, her boots clicking sharply against the floor. Frustrated by her cold demeanor, Kaelen reached out and caught her forearm, his firm grip bringing her to a sudden halt. "Sera," Kaelen demanded, his storm-grey eyes searching her flushed, tight face. "What is wrong with you?" Sera refused to meet his gaze, keeping her eyes firmly locked on the dark wall beside them. "Nothing," she spat out, her tone dripping with quiet venom. "I'm just exhausted. I need rest." Unaccustomed to such open defiance, Kaelen stared at her for a long, tense moment. Yet, seeing the genuine strain and emotional turmoil behind her eyes, the ancient commander slowly released his grip. "Go, then," he murmured quietly. Without looking back, Sera sprinted into
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