[Malika's Office — Later]
The shattered office had fallen silent; broken pillars lay scattered across the marble floor. Splintered furniture remained where the battle had ended. Ancient scrolls, stained with ink and dust, rested beneath chunks of fallen stone.
The chamber no longer resembled the office of the Malika. It looked...like the aftermath of a war. Zeramet stood before the broken window, his hands clasped tightly behind his back; his golden eyes remained fixed upon the horizon, his jaw was clenched, and his fists...were clenched even tighter.
Behind him...soft footsteps echoed across the ruined floor. Levin stopped a few steps away; he looked around the destroyed chamber before letting out a quiet sigh as he spoke gently.
"Does staring at a broken office...help you find the answers you're searching for?"
Zeramet did not turn, but his voice sounded tired. "Consort...this is not the time."
