The courtyard slowly emptied after their gathering, the younger ones returning to their duties or studies. Night thickened over the mansion, veiling it in calm, but inside the grand dining hall, a quiet conversation lingered over a late meal.
Asher and Valeris sat at the long table, plates of spirit beast meat and fruits before them, though they were more preoccupied with each other's presence than the food. A warm breeze drifted in through the open balcony doors, carrying the scent of night jasmine from the garden.
That was when Liam entered.
He was one of the older youths among the nine, nearing seventeen now. Once a thin, fearful thing barely able to speak above a whisper, he now carried himself with practiced grace and a sharp mind. His clothing was modest but clean, and in his hands, he held a carefully sealed scroll tied with a waxed insignia that shimmered faintly with protective formations.
