The pale light of the moon filters through the shutters of Lyon's room, faintly illuminating the small space inside Sereltha's student dormitory. Even though it's late, Cassian can't fall asleep. He lies on his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, his mind drowning in restless thoughts. The past few days have been a whirlwind of events that shattered the dull routine of his life, leaving him uneasy and confused.
Suddenly, a strange sensation pulls him out of his thoughts. A shadow — a streak of black mist — seeps under the door, sliding silently like a serpent. Cassian watches with bated breath as two hands emerge from the darkness, Lilvyra's hands, rising as if from an abyss. A heartbeat later, her full figure materializes — terrifying, demonic, unmistakably her true form.
Though he has seen her like this several times before, Cassian still hasn't grown used to it. A chill runs down his spine, and a tremor shakes him. He sits up slightly, unsure what to do.
