His heart pounding furiously in his chest, Mordred leaped to his feet in the darkness of his underground gallery, a palpable urgency coursing through every fiber of his body. Alaryon's failure and Adrien's critical condition meant that time was now running out. Every second could be decisive.
Without wasting another minute, he rushed through the narrow tunnels, dimly lit by a few torches hanging here and there. His footsteps echoed in the damp corridors, splashed with flickering light, while his mind raced at full speed. He had to act, now.
When he arrived at the entrance to the quarters arranged for Livia, he entered without warning, looking frantic but determined.
- "Livia!" he cried out abruptly, startling the young woman from her thoughts.
- "Mordred? What's happening?" she asked, immediately sensing the gravity in his gaze.
