Night had completely fallen over the castle of Eldoria.
The long hallways were dimly illuminated by magical torches embedded in the walls, creating soft shadows stretching across the marble floor.
And in the middle of that nighttime silence…
Three people moved forward conspiring like extremely unprofessional criminals.
Max walked in front while keeping the Ring of Absolute Silence activated.
The area around them seemed to absorb every sound.
Their footsteps.
Their breathing.
Even the faint rustling of fabric had vanished completely.
Seraphine walked beside him, carefully scanning the surroundings.
Dorian guided them a few steps ahead with a suspiciously focused expression.
And that last part was exactly what raised suspicions.
The mage narrowed her eyes slightly.
"One question."
Dorian didn't turn around.
"Hmm?"
Seraphine crossed her arms as she walked.
"Why exactly do you know where Thara's room is?"
Dorian kept walking.
"…It doesn't matter."
