The night sky was clear as Pyris drove back home, his thoughts swirling in his mind as he replayed the day's events. Song, his guard and companion, sat quietly in the passenger seat, observing his master.
Pyris hadn't noticed the subtle shifts in the energies around them, but Song had. Something was brewing—something big.
As they approached the Obsidian estate, Song could feel it even more strongly, though Pyris remained unaware. He was lost in thought, too preoccupied with everything going on in his life—the tensions with Sly Mines, Esmeralda's appointment, and the mysterious pull he felt toward Alexa.
He entered the house, quietly stepping inside. It was late, the mansion bathed in moonlight and silence. But Rose sat in the living room, waiting for him.
"You didn't need to wait up for me, Rose," Pyris said, touched by her gesture, he smiled warmly offering her a peck on the cheeks.
