Kael quietly pushed open the door to his room.
The soft creak echoed in the stillness.
There—sitting on the edge of the bed—was Selene. Her expression was tight with worry, hands clenched in her lap.
Before Kael could say a word, she rose and rushed to him, wrapping her arms around his chest.
"What were you doing there?" she whispered. "Are you hurt?"
Kael gently returned the embrace, his voice calm.
"I'm fine. It had to be done."
They sat together at the table, the candlelight casting long shadows across the room.
After a long pause, Kael finally asked,
"Have you found anyone for the organization?"
Selene gave a small nod.
"One. A man from the War God's Temple. Inner disciple. Promising, but I need more time to look into his past."
Kael nodded, thoughtful.
"Good. And don't bother with the Night Goddess Temple. I've already arranged that."
Selene raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Then Kael leaned forward, his voice lowering with gravity.
