The estate was silent and it was too silent.
Eron’s absence hung over the halls like a shadow, invisible but pressing. The wards were intact, the demons unmoving, and yet every breath I drew reminded me that he was gone not by force, but by choice. That fact alone made my blood run hotter.
I moved through the corridors with deliberate steps, my cloak brushing the stone walls. Every surface, every corner, every warded doorway, I scanned for the faintest trace of his passage. The silver sigil glimmered in the moonlight, etched into the floor where he had stood last. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat.
Interesting, the sigil was not simply a marker, it was a signpost, a tether, a subtle call to someone attuned to it and I knew who.
I exhaled slowly, feeling the seal beneath my chest stir
