"What's going on? Why do I feel something that makes Zion sad?" Arwen monologued in her quiet room.
However, she faintly heard voices from behind the door.
The noise grew louder. Screams, bangs, and roars blend into one. She paced back and forth in the room, clenching her fists.
The girl's chest felt tight. "Zion, I can feel your anxiety."
The bond between them pulsed, conveying anxiety that did not originate from her.
Curiosity haunted her. Arwen pulled back the curtains, trying to find out what was happening outside, then opened the balcony door.
The night wind immediately hit her face, but she ignored the cold. Arwen immediately stepped hastily to the balcony railing, her eyes widening at the sight of flames in the distance.
"Fire...? No..." Arwen covered her mouth, her breath
