Astheria: The Morningstar Family Estate
Inside the magnificent bedroom of Felix, he stood on the balcony, gazing at the three moons suspended in the night sky.
This nightly ritual had become his escape, a moment to reflect before surrendering to sleep.
With his brows furrowed in concentration, Felix mused aloud, "Being low-key, huh?" A self-deprecating smile crossed his face.
Just days ago, he had advised everyone to keep a low profile upon arriving in the Royal Capital of Astheria.
Now, irony loomed over him like a dark cloud; someone was out for his life.
He knew who it was, someone whose plans he had inadvertently disrupted.
Frowning at the thought, he muttered, "Looks like I need to find a way to warn Quill; otherwise, that fat guy might end up dead without even knowing why."
"But I have to tread carefully," he continued. "Fortunately, my would-be assassin seems hesitant to confront me directly.
