But the toll on her physical body was devastating.
By the evening of the second day, Heena could no longer stand without leaning heavily against the map table. Her vision frequently doubled, and a constant, agonizing ringing echoed in her ears.
"Host, please," the System begged, its digital voice thick with genuine distress as it watched her forcefully swallow another handful of strong painkillers. "Your blood pressure is spiking. The clot is expanding. If you keep pushing your brain this hard, you are going to hemorrhage before the scholar even gets back!"
Heena gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white, waiting for the latest wave of dizziness to pass.
'I have to finish this,' Heena gritted out internally, cold sweat dampening her brow. 'The trap is set. We execute it at dawn.'
On the morning of the third day, the capital awoke to absolute, ground-shaking chaos.
