Royal Palace – Azreal's Room
Azreal sat in silence, the dim flicker of candlelight casting his shadow long across the marble floor. Fingers interlocked, brows furrowed, he whispered, "I believe Aria has made contact with Arian already. He's guiding her… which means, the next step is finding the real culprit."
He exhaled slowly, his eyes flickering toward a painting of Aria on the wall.
"I'm sorry, Aria," he murmured. "For tasking you with such a dangerous mission…"
But just then—a subtle shift in the air.
His eyes narrowed.
Behind the window, a shadow tightened its grip on a knife. The figure remained still—silent, deadly.
Azreal sighed. "You there… don't you think it's time you revealed yourself instead of just standing there? If you were sent to kill me, shouldn't you get on with it already?"
The shadow flinched.
A young woman stepped into the moonlight, the blade glinting ominously in her grasp.
"A girl, huh?" Azreal said with a raised brow.
