Alaric reappeared within the Crydias Estate, the veil of night heavy upon the world.
The Divine Castle loomed quietly behind the grand mansion, its presence ever watchful, ever alive—but he did not return there just yet. Instead, he entered his personal residence, its silent halls greeting him like a familiar lullaby.
He made his way to the private bathing chamber.
Steam rose in soft whorls as he sank into the water, the faint scent of divine incense lingering in the air—resin, myrrh, and a trace of windborne lilac. The warmth unraveled the tension coiled deep in his bones, yet his thoughts remained alert, steady.
After the bath, he stepped into his chambers and seated himself, letting the silence cradle him.
The day had been long. Weighty. But not burdensome.
A soft smile tugged at his lips.
The girls weren't here tonight.
