Days passed.
Azrael stood before the Halloway Mansion, his next so-called home.
It wasn't a castle of stone or some ancient fortress.
It was something else entirely clean, sharp, and painfully modern.
White walls stood high and smooth, marked with thin glowing blue lines that moved slowly like energy flowing through them.
The whole place gave off a steady light, and the air carried a soft sound of machines working.
Big dark glass panels covered the front, reflecting the bright sky and the tall metal towers of Elarion.
Floating lights moved along the path, shining with a faint blue glow.
It didn't look like a noble's house at all. It looked more like the main office of a huge company back in earth.
He stood there quietly, hands in his pockets, replaying his last conversation with his sister, the argument that ended with her smug smile and his defeat.
He had begged her not to send him here.
