Kael sat on his bed, his body finally relaxing after what felt like an endless day.
His leg still throbbed beneath the bandages, but for once, the pain didn't matter. He had survived.
He reached into his pocket, trying to adjust the torn fabric before lying down, and his fingers brushed against something hard and cold.
"Huh?" Kael muttered softly.
He pulled it out—a small round coin glimmering faintly under the pale light.
Curious, he placed it on the wooden table beside him. Then, reaching deeper, he found another… then another.
"One… two… three… four," he counted under his breath.
Four coins.
Each was slightly different—darkened edges, faintly carved symbols he didn't recognize, and a strange warmth radiating from their surfaces.
They weren't ordinary travel coins. They didn't even look like any Arcadian currency.
His brow furrowed. "These… were Dakin's."
Kael leaned forward, staring at the coins closely. "Why would a demon carry coins like these?"
