Moonlight poured through the enormous windows of the study, illuminating the rows of bookshelves lining the walls. The gentle silver glow spread across the wooden floor, giving the room a quiet atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the chaos that had unfolded outside the fortress only hours earlier.
Damian sat comfortably on a reclining sofa, a thick book resting in his hands. Several other volumes were scattered across the desk before him, their pages filled with records, illustrations and reports accumulated over thousands of years.
He turned another page.
Beside the desk, Amon stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze occasionally drifted towards the Prince, and he couldn't help wondering why Damian had decided to spend his first night in the Dark Continent reading instead of resting.
It was truly beyond his comprehension.
