The wind whispered secrets as Asher approached the imposing silhouette of Demonstone Castle, a fortress shrouded in darkness yet also his home.
The unexpected message from Rowena had stirred a current of surprise within him, given her recent distance, designed to keep him undistracted from his multitude of pressing tasks.
Yet, the urgency of her summons suggested something of significant importance, and his steps quickened with a mix of concern and curiosity as he crossed the threshold into the heart of her domain.
He navigated the familiar yet always awe-inspiring corridors to find Rowena in her study hall, her silhouette framed against the expansive window, her posture rigid with contemplation.
The soft light of the blood moon sun spilled across the room, casting dark light that seemed to echo the gravity of her thoughts.
