The rulers leaving had already recovered their spies and citizens who had been imprisoned here in Verdant Spire.
The exchanges happened quietly in the background with minimal fuss as attendants guided freed prisoners toward their different respective rides.
Including Ragna, whom I had mentally scolded Elara for arresting in the first place, my thoughts sharp and protective as I watched the red-haired warrior rejoin her group with a stiff nod in my direction.
Renard, Izra, and Seraphina only waved casually from the entrance of the grand hall before anyone departed, their figures shimmering for a brief moment before they teleported away in a soft ripple of air that left behind only faint traces of sparkling light fading into the warm daylight.
Izra, whom I had thought was like a pal to me after our earlier interactions, seemed to be glaring at me with dark, narrowed eyes as she vanished.
For hurting Renard during that brief clash in the Higher Realm, I guess.
