Chapter 241: Quiet Depths, Whispered Schemes, and Letters That Should Not Have Been Written
Night settled differently in the Thalassar Domain.
It was not the kind of night marked by darkness or the absence of light, but rather by a deepening stillness—a hush that spread through the waters like a held breath. The currents slowed, their restless movement softening into something almost gentle, as though the entire domain had agreed, silently, to rest.
The castle followed suit.
The vast halls, which during the day carried the quiet passage of demons and the faint hum of flowing water, now stood in near-complete silence. Shadows stretched along the coral-etched walls, the faint glow of ancient markings dimmed to a soft pulse that barely disturbed the calm.
Even the creatures that lingered in the deeper corridors had withdrawn.
And at the heart of it all, Caleth slept.
