In the farthest corner of the Divine Assembly Hall, behind gold pillars and the light of the Sky Mirror sat Zyraena. She held a slim wine glass in one hand as she watched the ships below.
Her eyes flicked across each vessel, counting the guild flags one by one. Her expression remained calm, though her grip on the glass tightened.
"I can't see Seojun," she muttered under her breath, her voice low and cautious. "Did he back out?"
She let out a long, slow sigh and leaned back slightly, the tension in her shoulders easing. "Good… that means there's no trouble for today…"
But just as she was about to take another sip, a sharp alert trembled in her mind—Her eyes widened, and her hand lowered the glass slowly onto the table, careful not to make a sound.
Without drawing attention, she stood and walked gracefully out of the assembly, her movements silent, like mist in the night.
