The first day crawled by without a single sliver of news.
The condition of the old warehouse remained unchanged. In one corner, Adul sat massaging his knees, where the scrapes were just beginning to scab over. In another, Naya sharpened her daggers. Shhk... Shhk...
Eva leaned her back against the freezing brick wall. Her eyes were shut tight, yet her steady, rhythmic breathing indicated she wasn't sleeping at all. She was on high alert.
Near the door hinges, Dom stood as still as a statue. His eyes monitored the quiet streets of the Capital like a temple guardian carved from stone.
And Roland?
The man was still standing by the window ledge. His position hadn't shifted a single centimeter since last night. His gaze remained locked on Magniora Tower, looming arrogantly in the distance.
"My Lord," Dom called out, breaking the silence. His deep voice sounded slightly raspy. "You need to sleep."
"Later."
