Eren turned without another word, moving with such sudden purpose that several nobles stepped back in alarm. His face remained an impassive mask, but something in his eyes had changed—a cold fire that hadn't been there moments before.
He strode toward the grand entrance, not bothering to see if anyone followed. Behind him, his companions exchanged worried glances before hurrying after him, ceremonial garments rustling as they quickened their pace.
Queen Elena caught the shift immediately. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the Veilwalker's retreating form, maternal instinct warring with royal composure. Commander Maria leaned close, her armor creaking softly.
"Something's wrong," Maria whispered, hand already resting on her sword hilt.
Elena nodded once, her silver hair catching the light. "Clear the hall," she commanded. "Discreetly."
