Chapter 412 - Warmth in the Wake of Ruin

Early morning sunlight filtered through the broken canopy, soft and golden, as Mikhailis stood atop the moss-stained terrace of the safehouse. The building was no inn, but a sprawling ancestral estate, converted into a diplomatic stronghold during crisis. Its creaking wood and ivy-laced columns gave it a worn charm, an air of history, and yet... comfort. He didn't know who it originally belonged to, but something about the place made his bones ache a little less.