The air inside the white mansion was cool and tranquil, a stark contrast to the chaos and suffering they had endured just moments ago.
Rohzivaan exhaled as he carefully lifted Richmond's barely conscious body, cradling his weight as he moved through the grand halls of Cresencia's sanctuary.
Every step was soundless, the polished marble floors gleaming under the soft, ambient glow of floating orbs that provided light without flame.
Richmond stirred slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Where… are we?"
Rohzivaan didn't answer right away.
His gaze flickered around the room, taking in the endless expanse of white walls, intricate golden patterns carved into the pillars, and the faint shimmer in the air that spoke of Cresencia's magic at work.
This place wasn't meant for outsiders. Even Rohzivaan shouldn't have been able to enter, yet he had forced his way in. He wasn't sure how long Cresencia would allow them to stay.
