The sanctuary grew quieter the deeper they walked.
Tall trees arched overhead and their branches formed a natural canopy that softened the sunlight into a muted glow.
The air carried a faint scent of herbs and something older, something Lyra couldn't quite name but could feel settling against her skin like a presence.
At the end of the path stood a stone house, modest in size but surrounded by an unmistakable stillness.
Seraphina led the way inside without knocking.
Lyra stepped in behind her and paused.
Aldric stood near a large wooden table with his back partially turned to them, speaking as though someone stood in front of him.
His tone was calm, conversational and almost amused.
"Yes, yes and I told you already, I am not interested in your version of events," he said, waving his hand lightly in the air. "You tend to exaggerate."
Lyra glanced around and there was no one there.
Her brows drew together slightly as she leaned closer to Seraphina.
