The exit from Rakshasa's domain was as silent as the entrance, but it carried a completely different weight.
Victor crossed the castle corridors without looking back, not out of disinterest, but because he knew that this place was not the kind one could leave behind with a simple gesture; it would remain there, in his memory, on his skin, in his mind, as something that would still demand an inevitable return.
The doors opened before him with the same precision as before, and the carriage awaited him as if no time had passed outside.
The coachman remained motionless, while the butler, impeccable as always, held the door open in a perfectly calculated gesture.
"The coachman will take you back to your destination," he said with the same controlled tone, and Victor simply nodded, climbing in without hesitation.
