The remnants of dinner still lingered in the air as I ushered Andy and Lilith through the expansive mansion that formed the heart of our Sanctuary.
Nyx, ever the silent observer, nestled comfortably in my arms, her presence a constant reminder of the unexpected bonds formed in this new world.
Our first stop was the training room, a space where the fusion of traditional craftsmanship and modern technology created an environment not just for physical conditioning, but for the honing of one's spirit.
The expanse was lined with mats that cushioned the floor, punching bags swayed gently in the still air, and at the centre, a fighting ring stood as a testament to the martial heritage that permeated the room.
Adorning the walls were an array of wooden replica weapons, each crafted with meticulous attention to detail, offering a choice for any warrior's preference.
