Practically throwing herself out of the carriage to escape the suffocating gravity of his presence.
The main courtyard of the Lin Estate was quiet, a stark contrast to the roaring frenzy of the Imperial Palace.
The torches burned low, casting long, flickering shadows across the sweeping marble steps.
General Lin Tianzong was already waiting for them, having arrived a few minutes prior in the faster, lighter family carriage.
As Ji'an's boots hit the ground, she swayed slightly.
The adrenaline crash was absolute.
The overwhelming mental exhaustion of processing her own existence had drained the color entirely from her face, leaving her a sickly, translucent shade of pale beneath the moonlight.
General Lin's sharp, martial eyes caught the sway instantly.
The War God descended the marble steps in two massive strides.
He completely ignored the rigid, formal military protocols expected when greeting the Vanguard Commander.
