Chapter 141 - For Jasmine

With a mask of barely contained rage on her face, Sylara burst through Valtheon's gates. As she went by, the soldiers bent their heads in silent awe, feeling the rage pouring from her. Her boots hit the stone floor with the dexterity of a combat march, each stride heavy yet measured. She had no desire for distractions or polite conversation. Before they even saw her, the royal staff sensed her approach, tensing as though a storm had broken into the castle. Her maid came up to greet her, delicate and ready to serve. Her hands extended gracefully, as she reached for Sylara's cloak, but the maid stopped in her tracks when Sylara's eyes blazed with such ferocity. Without saying a word, Sylara created an unseen force that sent her maid flying back with a simple hand stretch, clearing the road. The other staff members froze in terror, but the maid collapsed on the ground, dazed but unhurt, nobody dared to speak. Sylara climbed the opulent staircase without slowing down, her goal eviden