Plop...
The quiet of the night lingered as Aestrea finally landed on the ground.
They had flown far from the capital. Past cities, forests, and hills… until they reached the edge of a noble district far away from the center of the capital.
There it stood.
A tall, elegant mansion nestled behind a curtain of flowering trees. Moonlight rested gently on its walls, and fireflies blinked softly in the distance.
Aestrea walked forward.
Lilith was already gone, back into the realm she had absorbed. He was alone now, aside from the pale woman walking quietly beside him.
Victoria stood straight, her hands folded neatly in front of her.
Her condition had improved slightly thanks to Aestrea transferring bits of pure mana onto her system, her hair now cleaned and tied back, her eyes more alert… though still faint with exhaustion.
Aestrea stopped in front of the door and raised his hand.
Knock, knock...
He tapped gently and then waited.
There was no sound at first.
