Slowly, Maxwell tapped in the password with careful precision, as though his finger carried the weight of an entire lock being forced open.
Each digit clicked against the glass, echoing louder in his ears than it should have.
When the final number slid into place, the device buzzed lightly in his hand, and the home screen appeared.
Instead of the typical glossy selfie or a stock landscape, what filled the screen was a breathtaking image of a magnificent castle.
Its tall towers seemed to pierce through silver clouds, and light spilled across its stone walls like liquid gold.
The screen shimmered faintly, making the fortress look alive, almost enchanted.
Maxwell's lips parted slightly, a trace of awe flickering in his dark eyes.
"I… I unlocked the password," he murmured, his voice quiet, almost hesitant, like he wasn't sure Logan would believe him.
Logan lifted his gaze, his expression calm but watchful.
