Knock! Knock!
A soft, delicate sound resonated as Zara knocked gently on the door of Nox's room, waiting patiently.
There was no answer.
After a few moments and a couple more knocks, she slowly pushed the door open. It creaked softly, revealing the dimly lit interior of his chambers, bathed in the pale silver glow of moonlight streaming through the tall arched windows.
Her beautiful, blue gem-like eyes scanned the room.
Everything was still. Unchanged. The books he had left on the table, the polished gauntlets resting neatly atop the small dresser, even the half-folded cloak draped across the back of the chair—it was all exactly the same as it had been that morning.
Zara stepped in quietly, her footsteps nearly silent on the marble floor.
"He's still not back, huh?" she murmured to herself, arms folded. "Is he planning to spend the night in the Ancient Forest?"
