After dropping James off at his destination, Alaric turned his attention toward the Council. He had no interest in consulting with the Elders; his purpose was singular—to delve into the library where ancient texts lay untouched, bound in dust and secrets. He needed answers about the mysterious Nightcrawler he was hunting, and he would not rest until he unearthed the information he sought.
Arriving at the Council grounds, he parked his car and moved swiftly toward the library. His presence commanded silent attention as he strode through the corridors, his purpose evident in the intensity of his gaze. The stillness of the hallways was broken only by the whispering echo of his footsteps on the polished marble floors. The soft glow of the sconces cast shadows along his path, lending an eerie air to the quiet, empty expanse.
