Silas appeared in his room, back in the same position he had been in when he entered the Nexus Dimension.
He stood up calmly, took his bath, and slipped into a new set of clothes.
A black top with black trousers.
His hand ran through his wet hair, pushing it backwards.
He left the strands that always covered his face though.
"They should be ready now," Silas muttered as he stepped into the elevator.
Soon, he reached the floor and the doors chimed open.
As he walked out, he saw Clara, as calm as ever, standing beside the doors.
"Good evening, Master Silas," Clara greeted with a curt bow.
Silas nodded.
"Did anyone ask for me?" He asked.
Although it was highly unlikely, Silas still asked.
"Yes sir, Lady Lilura asked for you a few hours ago," Clara said calmly.
Silas frowned.
He remembered she had not even joined them that morning for breakfast.
"Did she tell you why?" He asked, already making his way to the living room.
