Third Person's POV...
The sky was still a deep shade of indigo, the last remnants of night lingering stubbornly over Fers Domain. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of salt from the ocean beyond. It was 4 AM, and the city was eerily silent—the calm before the storm.
In the yard of the hotel, under dim streetlights, Riyan, Syra, Iris, Raya, Raven, Ava, and Livia stood in a tight circle, their expressions sharp, their bodies tense. They had trained all night, their muscles aching from the brutal sparring, but there was no time for rest.
At that moment, a figure approached—Vivienne, the Sly Knightess.
She was clad in her signature sleek silver-black armor, a tattered cloak draped over her shoulders. Her piercing violet eyes gleamed under her helmet, and her posture was relaxed but calculated, like a predator sizing up its prey.
Riyan gave her a sharp nod before turning to his team. His red eyes burned with intensity.
