(Mid-noon)
Elin quietly clears the plates from my room. Lunch is over, but my appetite was practically nonexistent anyway.
The grand plaza has finally been emptied of civilians, the Imperial guards have returned to their heavily fortified posts, security has been drastically tightened across the entire capital, and the emergency meeting has concluded.
Right now, an army of scholars, historians, and language experts from both the Empire and the Dominion are being summoned to the palace to decode whatever the hell Lioren's last words were.
Everything in this world feels so incredibly messy and volatile. Yet, strangely, I am not the one directly affected by it. I don't have to stress myself mentally or physically like the people running themselves ragged trying to protect me. I just sit here, perfectly safe in the eye of the storm.
What was the System referring to? I wonder, staring blankly out the window. My core. Who I was on Earth…
