Lucian had been walking for several minutes now, matching Modi's long strides as they moved deeper into the silent, echoing corridors of the Council of Vitae. The walls around them seemed to pulse with an eerie stillness, the kind that only buildings holding ancient secrets seemed to possess. Despite the quiet atmosphere, Lucian's mind was anything but calm.
Every now and then, he'd glance at the man walking just ahead of him. Modi had barely said a word since they left the receiving hall, and something about his posture—too stiff and too calculated—gnawed at Lucian. Whatever this "urgent" discovery about Serena was, it had better be worth it.
They took a sharp turn to the left, and then another winding hallway appeared before them.
Lucian had just opened his mouth to ask a question when, suddenly, someone stepped out of the shadowy corner right in front of them.
It was Salvador, the last person Lucian wanted to see that the or any day at all.
