Admiral Ru waited in respectful silence as Elisha continued her soft, rhythmic chanting.
The pulsing light beneath her slowly dimmed with each passing word, until it finally faded into a gentle glow. Her lips stilled, and the room grew eerily silent.
He bowed slightly, then said in a firm voice, "Kneel down and greet Elisha."
Madam Queen hesitated.
Though her pride screamed in protest, the oppressive energy radiating from Elisha's circle weighed down on her body like an invisible mountain.
Her knees buckled slightly. It wasn't just pressure—it was judgment. A divine reckoning.
With a reluctant movement, Madam Queen dropped to one knee.
Elisha, still blindfolded and bleeding from the corners of her eyes, turned her head slightly, as if she could see despite the cloth covering her sightless gaze.
"Why," she said, voice soft as a whisper but cutting as a blade, "have you not replied to my messages, Madam Queen?"
