A few days had passed in the haze of Aesther's slumber this time.
This made her unable to join the new year festival and made the Master Healer fall sick from stress while he tried to understand her situation. In the end, all they could understand was that was sleeping.
As for Aesther, she was not even surprised anymore. Her body was simply not made to be a vessel for a soul shard of an immortal beast. It was natural for her to get afflicted with severe strains from Ghost.
Though she was certain these strains would only overwhelm her when Ghost was being wild.
But that was not her concern.
She could not shake the dreary feeling of knowing Ezrahl had not been in the castle all this while. He only appeared for a few hours and then abruptly left.
What was going on?