Raviel moved quickly, not slowing as he crossed the distance from the training hall to the restaurant.
The moment he reached the entrance, he pushed the door open without hesitation.
Inside, his eyes locked onto his sister.
Rachel sat at a table, a bowl of porridge in front of her. Her posture was slightly slouched, her movements slower than usual.
Even from a distance, she didn't look well.
Her complexion was pale, her expression drawn, and there was a heaviness about her that immediately set him on edge.
So it was true.
They hadn't exaggerated.
He closed the distance in a few long strides and stopped at her side.
"Sister, are you okay? What happened to you? How can you be like this?"
Rachel paused mid-bite, spoon hovering just above the bowl.
She looked up at him, surprised by his sudden arrival and the intensity in his voice.
For a brief moment, she said nothing, as if weighing whether to respond or let him continue.
Raviel didn't give her the chance.
