It's been a few days since that happened. It was a challenging ride; nevertheless, Anasthasia wanted to intervene and quell the tension, but she soon realized that things should happen spontaneously.
Anasthasia yawned. "I just have to respect their perspectives." She Sat up in her bed and took a stretch.
"It doesn't change the fact my main concern is Wallace… I feel despondent from his passive responses these days." She sighed; held the azure stone, now lackluster, in her hands.
"...I have summoned him… I'm now, again, his sovereign…"
Thinking about it brought chills down her spine. She could never brush it off her.
'Does it have a time limit? Why is he here? Is he really?' Upon contemplating, she had her consciousness take hold of her while her eyes closed. A tide of questions clashed one after another; she seemed to struggle and verge of drowning.
