As the late afternoon sun poured gently into the expansive living room of Dominion Sanctum, it cast long, golden streaks over the gleaming marble floors.
The atmosphere was warm and leisurely, a rare moment of peace following weeks of relentless work.
Classical strings floated softly from concealed speakers, their melody blending effortlessly into the serene surroundings.
Arthur settled into his familiar spot by the window, a half-full glass of ruby wine placed on the table beside him.
He sat quietly, watching the light play across the room. Outside, the sprawling glass walls revealed the Varenya skyline, where skyscrapers glittered under the fading sun.
This evening, the family had gathered in an informal manner. There were no looming board meetings or projections weighing on their minds; no Evolon casting its shadow over them.
