Two hours passed, and the alarm Julian set triggered his mind. As soon as he opened his eyes, the initial alertness faded, and the hazy clock surrounding him retracted into his body.
It was already noon. They planned to return to Madam Grace's house after lunch, but Julian had set an earlier alarm because he needed to pack a few things.
Moving soundlessly out of bed, he gave Eva and Ethan one last glance before leaving the room. The amicable, easygoing expression he usually wore around Eva was gone. He teleported to his study.
He strode to the bookshelf, pushed it aside, and revealed a hidden door. Turning the knob, he stepped inside.
Julian lit the dark room with a crystal from his ring, revealing rows of weapons—daggers, swords, and bombs—lined up with precision, each arranged in their owner's designated area.
