Chapter 128: Echoes in dark
The palace slept.
It was the kind of night that cradled the soul—soft breezes, moonlight pooling on marble floors, and a hush that made even time itself slow down.
But not everyone was asleep.
Azrael Jr. lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The moonlight cast silvery lines across his face. Across the room, Caelan turned over with a grumble, mumbling something about sword formations and spicy soup.
Azrael smirked. "He dreams of battle and lunch."
He rolled out of bed, feet padding silently against the floor. Something tugged at him—a whisper in his mind, not evil, not kind, just... curious.
He stepped into the hallway and wasn't surprised to see Rina already there, sitting cross-legged and bouncing a tiny fireball on her palm like it was a toy.
"You heard it too?" he asked.
She nodded. "Like someone humming inside my skull."
"Could just be Caelan snoring."
From down the hall, Caelan's voice called, "I heard that."