Inside the visitor's room, Thoren, Fidelia, and Arin sat around an expensive wooden table painted in golden color.
Sunlight filtered through tall windows, catching the gilded edges and casting warm reflections across the polished surface.
Arin's eyes moved between Fidelia and Thoren for a moment. A look of realization settled on his face.
*So, they are now together...*
He mused silently. Even though neither of them showed any obvious signs.
Still, the subtle shift in Fidelia's posture, the way she sat just slightly closer to Thoren than necessary.
The faint blush that had not quite faded from her cheeks since she walked in. The calm possessiveness in the way Thoren's gaze briefly swept over her before returning to their guest.
Earlier, Arin had gone to visit Fidelia at her home, only to find she had been out since yesterday and never returned. With only a few hours before they descended back into the Abyss, there was only one place she could be.
