The Crimson Ember Pavilion's private suite occupied the entire third floor, offering panoramic views of Scarlet Peak City and the mountain beyond. Evening had fallen, painting the sky in shades of deep orange and crimson that reflected off the mountain's surface, making the entire landscape seem to burn.
Inside the suite, Azrail's group had spread out into the various rooms. Xuanyin had claimed a corner near the balcony where the evening breeze carried cooler air, meditating with her characteristic silence. Raena lounged on an ornate couch, a cup of expensive wine in one hand.
Valencia sat at a low table with Adria's phantom form hovering nearby, both of them examining the threads of fate that would converge tomorrow night. Golden light occasionally flickered around Valencia's eyes as she traced specific outcome paths, her pink hair catching the lantern light.
And Azrail stood on the balcony, looking out at the city while his mind worked through layers of planning.
