"Hey, boss—you're here."
The moment we stepped into the dining hall, Liz called out to us. She and Henry approached at an unhurried pace.
"Rosalia… are you alright?"
Liz carried herself differently now. More confident. Stronger. Brighter. Her short, silky hair framed her face beautifully, and her fitted clothes only sharpened her presence. People watched her with complicated eyes—some curious, some wary. But the sheer level of her fire ability, capable of burning a person down to nothing—not even ash left behind—was enough to make anyone with ill intentions think twice.
Of course, those kinds of people mostly came from other teams. Team Cassel was made up of individuals whose character could be trusted.
"Rosalia?"
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Henry. His gaze was gentle, laced with concern.
I offered a faint smile.
"Don't worry about me. I'm completely fine. They didn't do anything to me."
