Chapter 86 — Choi Jihun POV
I pinch the bridge of my nose, tension coiling in my shoulders like a taut bowstring.
It's been a month.
A month since the dungeon.
A month since Daelan collapsed after holding the queen in place long enough for us to obliterate her.
A month since he breathed, but didn't wake.
And the bastard still won't open his goddamn eyes.
The atmosphere at the Morne estate is… bleak. No, not just bleak—frigid. Literally. There's frost creeping along the hallway walls. Snowflakes gathering like dust in corners. The mana-regulated heating system keeps flickering. It's like the house itself is shivering.
I let out a long breath, watching it fog in the air like we're in midwinter instead of spring. Ice laces the windowpanes. The floors are slick. I nearly slipped on a patch of snow in the main hallway. This isn't just environmental fluctuation. It's Emmaline.
