After the shadows of Alicia and Stacia disappeared into the expanse of the sky, Sylvia stood silently on the upper balcony of her castle. The wind that had once teased strands of her hair now flowed more quietly, more hollow. As if even the air itself realized that two pulses of life had just departed from this place.
The castle returned to calm. Too calm.
Sylvia slowly turned around, her black gown shifting lightly over the cold obsidian floor. She walked slowly down the main corridor, accompanied only by the soundless steps of zombie servants standing rigidly along the hall. Their empty eyes didn't blink, didn't meet her gaze only followed commands and functioned. Like dolls that moved endlessly in a world untouched by time.
Before long, she arrived back in her study.
