Inside the top floor where Nyx's office was, Lucas sat on a couch, while Nyx sat opposite him.
A small table in the middle separated them, and a brunette-haired maid with brown eyes was filling their cups with tea.
Both men noticed how the maid kept nervously glancing between Lucas and Nyx.
She was used to being a maid and knew about the Voidwalkers, having served Nyx for years, but being in the presence of another Sovereign was nerve-wracking, especially with everyone that felt Lucas's dragon's aura throughout the building.
Finished with pouring their cups, the maid hurriedly bowed to both of them and left the room as fast as possible.
Seeing that they were now alone, Lucas removed his mask from his face.
Picking up the cup, he brought it to his lips, feeling the warmth go down his throat, making his body relax.
"You have been doing better than I thought," Nyx said suddenly.
Lucas placed his cup back on the table.
