The first light of dawn crept through the blinds of Albedo's room. It was still extremely early morning, the kind of time where even Pantheon was quiet.
Albedo groaned and opened his eyes before the AI could even announce what time it was. The faint vibration in his room broke the quietness.
"Mon maître." Seraphyne's smooth voice buzzed into the room, "Come to the basement of the villa. You will… want to see this."
Her tone was enough to push him fully awake. He dressed quickly, black trousers and a loose long-sleeved tunic, and quickly headed downstairs. He noticed Gwen and Diona were both still asleep along the way.
When he reached the basement's reinforced door, the heavy air hit him before he even stepped inside. There was a pulse to it, a thrumming presence that clung to the shadows.
The room was lit only by a cluster of overhead lanterns, casting long, angular shadows across the stone floor.
And on that floor…
