Michael didn't move even after their figures disappeared completely into the night sky.
He remained standing at the edge of his tent. Half-covered by shadows with his gaze still fixed upward as if expecting them to return at any moment.
The cold air brushed against his face but he didn't react. His thoughts had already drifted far from the quiet camp around him.
"Where are they going at this hour?"
The question repeated in his mind over and over again, refusing to settle.
It wasn't just the timing. It wasn't just the secrecy.
It was her. That woman named Lilian.
Michael's eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled everything about her. The way she appeared, the way she spoke, the way she acted as if she understood things no one else could even begin to grasp.
Even during the battle, her presence had felt… different. Not just stronger, but detached.
Michael couldn't help but think that she was not like them. That thought came naturally.
