"Okay, let's stop here. I apologize, I'm not feeling well at the moment. It might be an old injury flaring up. I'm very sorry. Please, let's meet again later tonight," the Sword Saint stammered, her voice faltering as an unexpected wave of discomfort washed over her.
Suddenly agitated and visibly shaken, she abruptly stood and hastened toward the door, her movements swift and unsteady, betraying her usual grace.
Tina, taken aback by the sudden turn of events, reached out, grasping the Sword Saint's hand in an attempt to soothe her. "Your Highness the Saint, what's wrong?" Tina asked, her voice filled with concern.
However, before Tina could receive any answers, a shimmering magic barrier surged between them, propelling her backwards with a gentle yet firm force. The Sword Saint, pausing only to cast a final glance over her shoulder, issued a terse command: "Please, let's give each other space for now. We'll reconvene later."
