Leaving
A week later, the nanomachines had finally spread to all the Xor’Vak in Seraphina’s faction. They were gathered in a massive meeting room, with Seraphina seated at the head, addressing every member who was present and listening intently to her instructions.
“Yes, Princess,” they answered in unison as the meeting concluded. Some individuals logged out to carry out their orders, while a few who were seated near Seraphina stayed behind.
“Princess, I don’t need to return and tie up loose ends. I can leave them to my son and remain here to assist you,” said a man seated closest to Seraphina. His voice carried the weight of his age and experience, though his appearance showed no sign of how old he truly was.
“Then you can come to my side when you’re finished,” Seraphina replied, not urging him to go back and complete his handover. She knew he had already accounted for his responsibilities, and trying to convince him otherwise might suggest she doubted his ability to keep his word.