This was precisely why the silent estate presented a stark contrast to the outside world, where the city lay in ruins, consumed by a vast fire.
Separated by only a river, it seemed as though they were two entirely different worlds.
...
Shiayar's footsteps echoed in the empty and silent Ducal Estate.
Usually, even during the night, this estate was always brightly lit.
The family of a Duke would certainly not lack the small sum needed for the energy crystals used in magictech lamps.
But at this moment, the inside of the Ducal Estate was pitch-black and deathly silent.
It was as if some dark and profound Abyss lurked within.
Shiayar's pace halted before a room in the depths of the estate.
Through the heavy door, Shiayar caught the faint scent of blood.
Shiayar reached out and knocked gently on the heavy iron door three times, paused briefly, then knocked twice more.
"Come in."
Lord Norton's voice came from inside.
Shiayar pushed the door and entered.
