Fourth floor, Eclipse Headquarters. The guildmaster's office was still lit, even though work hours had long passed.
Serein sat across from Zane, the two separated by the solid line of his desk. The room was silent except for the faint, rhythmic tapping of her fingers on the virtual keyboard as she typed her incident report—line by line, according to protocol.
The blue glow from the holographic screen washed over her face, soft yet cold, outlining her fatigue in shades of dim azure. Outside the windows, the night had thickened into ink. The moon hid behind a curtain of clouds, veiling itself from the city below.
When she finished, Serein transmitted the report to Zane through their ARC-band link.
He said nothing. He merely opened the file, eyes scanning the text in measured silence. Every motion he made was precise, deliberate—as if decoding a cipher rather than reading a simple report.
