The morning light streamed through the mansion's tall windows, casting golden rays over the worn wooden floors. It was a deceptive calm, the kind that almost convinced Ryuto the world wasn't falling apart. Almost.
Downstairs, the others were gathered in the main hall. Edwin was poring over maps with Roland, their hushed voices discussing strategies for potential threats. Nina was lounging on a couch, tossing her dagger in the air, while Ruda leaned against the doorway, her sharp eyes scanning the room as if waiting for trouble to burst through.
Celeste stood near the fireplace, her staff resting against the wall. She had tied her hair back, revealing tired eyes that betrayed how little rest she'd gotten. Despite that, her presence was steady, a source of quiet strength for the group.
"Ryuto," Edwin called as he descended the stairs. "We've got something."
