The night had fully settled by the time Vivian and Charlotte reached the Zenithara estate.
The moon hung high in the sky, round and bright, spreading a soft white glow over the land below.
Its light fell across the rooftops, the gardens, and the long stone paths that ran through the estate.
The air carried a light chill, and there was a faint touch of moisture that made everything feel fresh.
A gentle breeze moved through the trees, bringing with it the quiet scent of flowers that grew along the edges of the grounds.
Vivian slowly descended from the sky, holding Charlotte securely in his arms.
His landing was smooth, barely making a sound as his feet touched the ground.
The estate stood silent around them.
Even though the lights in a few parts of the building were still on, there was no sign of movement.
It seemed that everyone had already gone to sleep, leaving the place wrapped in stillness.
