[Silthara Palace —The Next Morning—Emperor's Chamber]
Sunlight spilled through the turquoise glass windows of Silthara Palace, scattering serpent-shaped reflections across the marble floor. The palace murmured with restrained tension—attendants walking quietly, guards positioned at every entry, and servants whispering about the Sirrash Queen's fall and the Emperor's terrifying wrath.
Inside the Emperor's private chamber, however—peace.
Fragile, warm, newly born.
Levin leaned back against the cushions, fingers lightly stroking Lyseraph's head as the tiny guardian purred like a soft crystal bell. The creature had refused to leave his side since he woke.
Asha curled at his feet like a shadowed sentinel.
Levin exhaled, "I feel much better than yesterday."
Zeramet frowned at him from the balcony, golden eyes locked onto Levin's posture with a predator's intensity. His arms were crossed as he leaned against the pillar.
