He and Liz had talked through the night. Slowly, they had fallen asleep—her arm wrapped around him like she couldn't bear to be separated from him again.
He closed his eyes—and through them, he could feel the shadows of everyone in the city.
Everyone… except Caius.
So he called for his undead. Silent. Obedient.
They slithered through the streets, hiding in the dark, leaping from one shadow to the next—scanning every face. Searching.
After that, he let himself rest. And like always, whenever she was near… his dreams were quiet. Peaceful.
It was warm. Cozy.
Even in the dream, his eyes didn't open.
He just floated there—weightless, like lying in warm water.
No noise. No thoughts. Just silence.
Then he heard something—faint, but familiar.
It was Envy's voice.
He turned toward the sound. The whisper came again—soft, low, almost like hissing through teeth.
"We are here."
He followed it.
