Emma suspected Silas must have carried her to his room while she slept. She glanced down at the silver-white, gauzy nightgown draped over her and was about to rise when the door clicked open. A moment later, Silas stepped inside. "Emy, you're awake." His face brightened when he saw her, and he hurried to her bedside, gently brushing a hand across her cheek. He had assumed she wouldn't wake before he left. Before Emma could speak, he explained, "Corvin returned to the lab yesterday afternoon. I brought you here." The news startled her. "Why did he rush back so suddenly? Did something happen?" She had only just formed a bond with Corvin; he wouldn't leave for the lab unless it were urgent. Silas cupped her face, pressing a soft kiss to the space between her brows. His voice was gentle. "Drake is injured. To relieve some of the pressure, the Four Domains urgently commissioned a batch of high-tier mechs from Corvin. To finish them quickly, he had no choice but to go." It wasn't merely about delivering mechs—it was a strategic necessity against the Chitinid. These high-tier mechs had to be completed, and quickly. Emma understood the gravity of the situation for the Four Domains. She felt deep sympathy for Corvin, weighed down by such immense responsibility. She asked, her concern evident, "How are the battles in the Four Domains? Is Drake badly hurt? And Frostveil—are they holding up?" The lightcall projection was rarely updated on the Four Domains' status, and she worried for Frostveil. Marcus, their Rank 11 powerhouse, wasn't present, and even Drake was wounded. Is Frostveil truly safe? Silas anticipated her fears. "We don't yet know the extent of Drake's injuries. But Lucien and I have orders—we leave tonight to assist the Four Domains. As for the Frostveil Wolf Clan, the Chitinid haven't breached Domain territory. The fighting remains on the outer battlefield."The thought of Silas and Lucien heading back to the front twisted Emma's heart. She remembered seeing them arrive battered and bloodied at her place before. "Have Marcus go with you," she said firmly. "He's Frostveil's prince. With the Four Domains in trouble, he's probably worried too." Silas and Lucien had debated leaving a Rank 11 behind to protect Emma, but her reasoning was sound. "I'll ask Marcus," Silas said. "I'm coming with you," Emma added, swiftly retrieving clothes from her storage band and changing. They left together in search of Marcus. They found him asleep in a room adjacent to his own on the first floor. "Why are you sleeping here?" Silas asked, frowning. What's the matter with him? His own room is empty, yet he sleeps somewhere else. At Silas' question, Marcus and Emma went silent. Now was not the moment for arguments. Emma quickly explained the situation. "Marcus, Drake is hurt. Do you want to return to Frostveil to check on the situation?" Lounging in his crystal coffin, Marcus appeared completely unbothered. "A wolf who's married off is like an outsider. I've already informed my father—he's fine. I have no need to return." Emma blinked, her mind racing. She couldn't help but wonder how Marcus' father would react if he ever heard such words. Marcus reclined further. "Ms. Tibarn, don't worry. Lucien and Silas are heading out, right? With them together, those Chitinid won't stand a chance." He was far too calm. Seeing no concern for Frostveil, Emma let the matter drop. Lucien wasn't home, and Edric had deliberately stayed away to avoid interrupting. "Having Marcus stay is beneficial. With him watching over you, Lucien and I can focus on the front," Silas reminded her. He had never forgotten how Emma had first been saved from the Chitinid. Emma wanted Marcus to go because she feared he'd fret over Frostveil, but if he remained calm, there was no harm in letting him stay. "Silas, if you and Lucien leave, how long will you be gone?" Emma asked from the doorway. Silas nodded. "At least a month, maybe two or three." Silas couldn't be certain; everything depended on how the battle would unfold. He pulled her into a hug. "Emy, I'll return as soon as I can." Not exactly the reassurance she needed. She grabbed his wrist, tugging him inside. "You're not leaving until tonight, right? Then, while we still have time, let's bond now."