Chapter 26: Eternal Trial
The Phantoms walked past them, each casting a careful, lingering glance their way—unaware of the chaos that had unfolded within the tavern just moments ago.
They watched closely as the Phantoms confidently shoved the door open and walked in. Bystanders instinctively kept their distance, fear etched into their faces as they backed away in silence.
Daylan and the others knew all too well—they couldn't afford to wait for the Phantoms to return from the tavern. Without a second to spare, they hailed a carriage and climbed in, disappearing into the city streets before actions could follow.
As the carriage rolled on, Daylan's heart pounded. He kept casting sharp glances at his surroundings, alert and tense, making sure they weren't being followed.
They got out at a safe distance, ensuring the driver couldn't trace their mansion's whereabouts. After scanning their surroundings carefully, they pulled off their masks.
Daylan's shirt was stained with blood—enough to raise suspicion on its own. Without lingering any longer, they headed straight home, their pace matching their heartbeats.
The moment they stepped inside, a wave of relief swept over them. Daylan and Medora sank into the sofas, while Astara casually removed her overcoat with a sigh before taking her seat.
Their fears suddenly vanished.
After a brief pause, Medora's stomach rumbled. Without hesitation, she got to her feet and made her way to the kitchen.
"Are we certain now?" Astara broke the silence.
"Yeah... Gerald Rhys is the leader of Phantom." Daylan muttered.