Melina was just making her way into the mansion after departing the ship. She needed a good bath, some ample rest, and maybe — just maybe — a peaceful evening where she could lounge about with a book, enjoying the luxury of not having to deal with whatever nonsense the Drakonis family had cooked up this time.
But, funnily enough — just as she stepped into the mansion hall, reality decided to take an unscheduled detour.
The grand station behind her? Vanished.
Her luxurious bath? Poof. Gone.
Instead, she found herself smack dab in the inner dueling arena.
Melina blinked twice. Rubbed her eyes. Pinched herself just to be thorough. Nope, not a dream. Someone had just teleported her here, and given how spectacularly obnoxious the method was, she could already tell who was responsible. Patriarch Gereon.
