Tristan entered through the gates of Gavriel's estate, the night sky adorned with twinkling stars and permeated with the delicate fragrance of spring flowers in full bloom. The cool breeze brushed against his skin, offering a refreshing respite from the cares of his role as the captain. It had been too long since he had the chance to simply take in a moment without the burden of his responsibilities.
Walking toward the entrance of the Manor, he suddenly heard a scream. His instincts kicked in, propelling him in the direction of the sound. His feet moved swiftly, following the shortest path to the source as he broke into a run. Reaching the spot where the scream had originated, his attention was arrested by the scene unfolding before him – everything else faded into insignificance as he witnessed Eveloria's free fall, just feet from the ground.
