Meanwhile, in another corner of the silent Aethelgard residence..
Inside her dimly lit chamber, Olivia, who had been fast asleep, suddenly jolted awake.
She snapped out of her slumber the moment she felt her wrist vibrating violently. Opening her eyes slowly in a half-dazed state, she sat up, rubbing her eyes and scratching her slightly itchy head.
She glanced toward the window. The world outside had already turned pitch black. Olivia's eyes widened in disbelief; she had not expected to sleep for so long.
However, the time of night was the least of her concerns right now, because something far more terrifying was unfolding right inside her room.
Olivia looked down at her trembling wrist. There, a string of magic she recognized all too well was glowing intensely, completely overpowering the light of the other threads wrapped around her hand.
The thread vibrated frantically, as if it were throwing a violent tantrum.
