By nine at night, the seaside town was enveloped in pitch darkness.
In their fourth-floor room at the inn, Elias sat quietly at the desk, flipping through a magic book in the glow of a gas lamp, with several magic crystals laid out for study.
Luna stood by the window, vigilantly watching the town, her shoulders tensed. She was restless all evening, sensing that something was bound to happen tonight.
"Bro, why hasn't she come back yet?" Luna asked anxiously.
Elias closed the book and offered a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, night time is the professor's turf. As long as she doesn't want to be found, no one will spot her in the dark."
Luna nodded silently, trusting Isabella's abilities but still looking uneasy.
Elias, on the other hand, seemed more composed, even taking the time to continue studying crystal magic.
