A cold breeze drifted through the quiet neighborhood, rustling the leaves on the pavement. The glow of the streetlight flickered slightly, casting long shadows.
Thomas stood beside Selene, his hands in his coat pockets, staring at the house in front of them. His expression was unreadable, but there was tension in his voice.
"You're really going through with this?"
Selene didn't look at him. Her golden eyes remained locked on the house, her lips curling into a faint smile. "Of course. The sooner, the better." She exhaled softly, her voice carrying a hint of something… regretful. "Your mentor has been trapped in that cursed dimension for five years now. I think we owe them an apology for making them wait this long."
Thomas glanced at her, catching that rare moment of reminiscence in her eyes.
Selene's expression hardened. "Besides, your people will be coming after Adam soon. Letting a normie in on the supernatural world? That's a violation in their eyes."
