She slammed her fist into the hard ground. And again. And again. She hammered her knuckles into the unforgiving earth four or five times until the skin split and her hands turned raw and red.
The System hovered over her frantically, its avatar glitching with panic. '[Whoa! Host, what are you doing?!]' It tried to project a virtual barrier to stop her, but it was useless against physical objects.
Heena finally paused, her chest heaving as she dragged in a ragged breath.
She wasn't furious because she had been outsmarted. Her ego could take a hit. No, the thought burning a hole in her conscience was far darker: 'What if the Seventh Prince genuinely didn't do anything?'
