Evening settled quietly over the shared Cross–Stormwind compound.
The sky above the estate had darkened into a deep blue-black, and the first stars had begun to appear over the horizon like scattered points of quiet light. The compound itself sat in a peaceful stretch of land that had been carefully shaped to feel removed from the wider sector, with low walls, open courtyards, and wide terraces that faced the night. The wards around the property hummed faintly, not as a warning, but as a familiar layer of protection that everyone inside had long since stopped noticing.
