The night following Dalgor's death, Zero Castle was no longer the same.
It wasn't just the visible physical damage everywhere—the cracked walls, the completely dead control panels, or the dark corridors where binary lights occasionally flickered and died with a sickening tick... tick... sound. The silence tonight felt foreign. Usually, there was always a harmony of accompanying sounds: the low hum of energy panels, the heavy thud of Dalgor's footsteps returning from the control room, or Riri's bright laughter. Now, all of that had been sucked away. All that remained was the sigh of the wind outside brushing against stone walls, and the sound of their own breath, which felt heavy and stifling.
