Chapter 118 The Plan

• Celine POV
• The morning feels heavy, as though the weight of yesterday’s events is still pressing down on me. I wake alone, my body humming with an odd sensation I can’t quite place. It’s like a lingering echo from the chaos of my shifting, a blend of soreness and something deeper, something unsettled.
• After showering and dressing, I step into the corridor. The palace feels unusually quiet, the distant sounds of activity muted, as if even the building itself is holding its breath. A guard greets me immediately, his expression unreadable.