Late afternoon slowly turned into night.
The orange glow that had filled the old library began to fade little by little, replaced by the deep blue hue seeping through the tall windows along the side of the building.
Outside, the night wind drifted gently through the empty streets of the old city, creating a soft sound that felt almost soothing.
Inside the library...
The atmosphere was much warmer.
The old fireplace, which Ragnar had managed to light, cast a soft, orange light across the entire room.
Their shadows moved slowly across the wooden floor.
And for the first time in a very long while...
They had a place to rest that truly felt like a temporary home.
The entity beside Aurelia shifted gently.
Its stream of light pulsed steadily, following the rhythm of the core that was now almost always at peace.
The units positioned at the back maintained their network vigilance.
