Hosan had just left, vanishing into the distance together with several of the shadow troops that obeyed his command.
David's gaze lingered on the window for a moment before he slowly bent forward. Morning light slipped gently through the gap in the curtains, spilling into the room in faint rays. The golden shafts of light caught on the thin layer of dust floating in the air, making the particles swirl as if they were performing a slow and silent dance.
For a brief instant, David's hand clenched tightly against the fabric of his trousers, as though trying to suppress the weight of thoughts pressing against his chest. Only after a long pause did he finally turn around.
