Nolan inclined his head in thanks, watching as the guardian retreated back down the corridor. Lyra and Damien moved to settle in their own spaces, their excitement barely contained. Nolan, however, paused at the window, looking out over the city he had just helped save. The moonlight cast a soft glow over the streets, the palace walls, and the distant horizon.
Even in this quiet moment, he could feel it—the lingering shadows of the cult, the threads of danger still weaving through the night. And while the palace offered comfort, he knew the fight was far from over.
Yet for now, the city slept safely, the royal family remained unharmed, and Nolan had earned a brief moment of peace—a fleeting reprieve before the next storm came.
