Adrian didn't know what had just happened.
In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to obliterate Elizabeth. The plot, her role, his identity—he forgot it all. The only thing that mattered was the raw fury boiling inside him. It felt like slaughtering her was the only cure for that sudden rage.
'System… do you know anything about this?' he asked, sitting alone in his office, trying to steady his breath.
[No, Host. However, the Host's heart rate spiked dangerously high during that moment.]
'Yeah, I could feel that myself…' he muttered.
This was bad. On the battlefield, one mistake could mean the end. But even worse, losing control like this during Runesmithing could be catastrophic. If his emotions got the better of him while attaching the third thread, he'd lose focus—and the target would suffer the consequences.
No. He had to stay calm. He had to learn to control his emotions.
Knock knock.
"Yes, come in," Adrian called out immediately. He was expecting her.
