"AAAHHH!"
A piercing scream erupted from behind the closed door, followed by the violent crash of something shattering against the wall. The sound echoed through the corridor before fading into an uneasy silence.
The maidservants in white robes flinched. Instinctively, they huddled together, exchanging hushed whispers, yet none dared step any closer. Dominique stood motionless in the room, her expression cold and unreadable.
It had been two days since Alinna's first meltdown after the loss of what everyone believed to be her healing power. Since then, her outbursts had only grown more frequent and more violent. But Dominique knew the truth now.
The report delivered by the Noxcra agent had overturned everything they believed. Alinna had not lost her healing power. The truth was, she had never possessed one to begin with.
