Linda lay across the enormous bed, resting on her side with one hand supporting her head. Her white nightdress clung loosely to her figure, and her eyes followed Damian as he crossed the room towards the large window.
He stopped before it.
His hands were placed behind his back, and his long hair fell loosely over his shoulders. Beyond the glass, the entire settlement was illuminated by the faint blue glow of the protective barrier surrounding it.
Occasionally, the light flickered as the barrier absorbed the violent winds carrying death miasma across the Dark Continent.
A low mechanical hum filled the fortress. It was probably the generator responsible for maintaining the protective barrier, and although its sound was barely noticeable during the day, the silence of the night made it considerably more apparent.
Damian stared outside. His expression was cold, his thoughts seemingly occupied by something beyond the settlement.
