"..."
Cleenah stood still, her gaze locked onto the events unfolding in Elyen Kiora. Her expression remained unreadable.
Before her eyes, Freyja boldly declared Utopia's aliveness to the entire world, proclaiming that they had been chosen by the gods themselves—blessed. The speech was grand, filled with conviction and hope. But what caught Cleenah's attention most was Edward.
Freyja had dragged him into this.
Edward stood there staring at the Guardian emblem now etched onto his right arm, his expression frozen in dumbfounded awe. He had only wanted to solidify his union with Freyja for Utopia's sake and also stop another war before it could emerge. Yet somehow, that simple desire had spiraled into something far greater—a movement that would shake the world.
He wasn't exactly complaining. If anything, he found himself marveling at how things had escalated so quickly. Still, he hadn't expected this.
Cleenah sighed softly before turning away.
Her time was running out.
