At another part of the Royal Capital, within the beautiful and subtly imposing Blackwell Estate, Nyss sat quietly in her elegantly decorated room.
Gentle moonlight streamed softly through the intricate lace curtains, bathing the room in tranquil silver hues.
Yet Nyss herself, seated at her desk by the window, seemed disconnected from her serene surroundings. Her normally composed obsidian eyes flickered restlessly, reflecting deep internal turmoil.
She gazed absently toward the star-strewn night sky, yet her thoughts remained fixed on a single troubling event—Orion's sudden collapse at the academy.
Her heart clenched uncomfortably as she recalled Elias's solemn report earlier. The news had deeply shaken her, awakening old fears she'd long tried to suppress.
