Chapter 112: The Sovereign's Arsenal
The morning air of the upper district was crisp and smelled faintly of copper.
I slipped quietly out of the massive, silk-draped bed, leaving Nyssa, Kaelith, and Lysandra sleeping soundly in a tangled, beautiful mess of limbs and dark hair. The exhaustion of the Labyrinth had finally claimed them.
'Guess I really needed some time off, huh?'
I grabbed my dark military coat, threw it over my broad shoulders, and walked out onto the high stone balcony of the Obsidian Bungalow.
Anise was already there.
She wore a simple, tailored tunic instead of her heavy white-and-gold armor. She was leaning against the stone railing, sipping from a steaming cup of tea as she watched the gears of the Forge turning in the distant lower city.
"You are up early for a man who just conquered a floor guardian," Anise noted without turning around.
"Sleep is a luxury," I replied, stepping up beside her.
