Kaelen and I walk in silence down the luxurious, dimly lit halls of the Obsidian Manor until we reach Sylrienne's room.
Standing directly outside her door is a massive, towering Elven Bladewarden. A huge, silver greatsword rests on his back.
The absolute second he sees me approach, he snaps to attention, placing a heavy fist over his heart and bowing his head in the traditional Elvanyr salute before reaching for the door handle.
Before stepping inside, I glance over my shoulder.
Kaelen hasn't moved a muscle, but he is already locked in an absolute, suffocating death stare with the Bladewarden. The air between the two elite knights is practically sparking with murderous intent. Neither of them blinks.
I swallow hard, stepping across the threshold just as the heavy wooden door seals me inside, completely cutting off Kaelen's terrifying presence.
