Calthoria, Ruins of Kaelum, Mystral, night as dark as ink.
At midnight, the Hall of Serenity was brightly lit. Luna Sutton saw Venerable Master Serenity meditating, his breath deep and steady, as if unified with heaven and earth.
Her eyes flickered slightly; she held her breath and silently retreated outside the hall.
Soon after, her body transformed into a streak of flowing light, heading straight for the herb garden behind the mountain.
In a certain corner of the herb garden, Corbin Crowley had long since run out of patience; his silver eyes glinted coldly under the night.
The moment he saw Luna Sutton's figure, he rushed forward, instantly drawing her into his arms; his voice was low, anger barely suppressed: "That ice-faced bastard didn't give you a hard time?"
"Not for now, but he's unfathomable—can intercept our messages."
Luna replied swiftly, then quickly added, "He's meditating right now; it isn't safe here for long. We should leave, now."
