The cabin air, once so heavy with the weight of Nox’s revelations, now feels oddly light, almost hollow.
After what felt like an eternity of chilling truths and a f****d up revelation of the actual reality we have on our hands, I decide I’ve had enough.
My mind is a spiraling mess, and all I crave is the solitary quiet of my own cabin.
I push myself away from the wall I've been leaning on, the movement slow and deliberate, a clear signal that the conversation, for now, is over.
Silas just nods, his expression grim but understanding. Nox, however, watches me with that same puppy-eyed intensity, a silent plea in his gaze.
I step out into the cold night air, letting the damp chill burn my lungs. It’s a welcome sensation, a sharp sting that, paradoxically, calms the frantic thrumming
