As Zephyr rushed down the corridor, his footsteps echoing in the empty halls, he nearly collided with Steve, his loyal advisor. Steve’s voice cut through the urgency in the air, concern evident in his tone. “Lord Zephyr, where have you been?”
But Zephyr was in no mood to exchange pleasantries. With a curt nod, he hurried past Steve, barely acknowledging his presence. The weight of his thoughts bore down on him, propelling him forward with an unrelenting force.
Steve, undeterred by Zephyr’s haste, quickened his pace to keep up. “About Mateo,” he began, his words trailing off as Zephyr abruptly halted, slamming the door to his chambers shut.
The sound reverberated in the corridor, a physical barrier between Zephyr and the outside world. Steve’s brows furrowed in annoyance as he muttered u
