Inside the Meeting Hall
The interior of the estate was in far better condition than the outside suggested. The walls were reinforced, the furniture polished, and soft candlelight illuminated the room with an eerie glow.
Several figures sat around a long table. Some were cloaked in dark robes, others in fine armor. But the one who stood out the most was the man at the head of the table—a silver-haired figure with piercing violet eyes. His presence alone commanded attention.
Evelyn was already there, standing beside him.
"You came," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "I knew you would."
Asher said nothing, his crimson gaze locking onto the silver-haired man.
The man studied them for a long moment before finally speaking. "You must be Asher and Serena." His voice was smooth, confident. "Evelyn speaks highly of you."
Asher remained silent, waiting.
