Kaelith
It had been two days since Sylas left me at this base.
Two full days of silence, half-hearted reports from my man left, and a workload that felt utterly hollow.
Without the usual chaos, sarcastic laughter, or his crazy antics that normally made the hallways feel alive.
Empty.
I sat in the main hall, scattered reports piled on the stone table before me. One hand propped under my chin, my eyes staring blankly at the same, utterly uninteresting wall.
No news about the human.
No news about the dark elf boy.
And, for some reason... the discomfort gnawing at my chest hadn't left ever since the human disappeared.
I kept convincing myself it was only because of the bond with her. Nothing more.
The sound of the heavy front doors creaking open made every head in the room turn sharply.
Leisurely footsteps. A small whistle.
And there he was—Sylas, with a disheveled cloak, white hair slightly messy, and of course, that damn smirk on his face.
