The high moon in the sky illuminated the silent corridors of Elandor Castle as Elysiel walked beside Seraphis. The preparations for their journey to the underworld were nearly complete, and the air around them felt charged with expectation, as if the entire world was waiting for what was to come next. Seraphis, always cloaked in his somber aura, was unusually silent. Elysiel could sense the heaviness in his steps, as if something was holding him back, something he didn't know how to express.
They stopped at one of the castle balconies, from where they could see the vast kingdom of Elandor stretching out under the silver light. A gentle breeze blew, stirring Elysiel's long locks of hair. She glanced at Seraphis from the corner of her eye, noticing the tension on his face. Though he was the ruler of the underworld, imposing and relentless, something was different about him that night. A restlessness, a vulnerability she rarely saw.
