Another Chain

The elevator ride was silent, but Pyris's mind buzzed with thoughts. Dracula's messengers had left without complications—a rare outcome when dealing with a figure so obsessed with leaving his mark on every shadow he touched. For once, the encounter had felt... effortless. Too effortless.

He narrowed his eyes as the elevator gave a soft chime and the doors slid open with a whisper, revealing the polished hallway ahead.

Lizzie followed closely behind, her expression calm, almost bored.

The office was alive with controlled small but welcomed chaos, buzzing with movement. Crowded, yes, but not uncomfortably so—every face was focused, every motion deliberate.

Mira emerged soundlessly from Pyris's shadow, her ethereal form weaving together like smoke pulled from the void. She didn't speak—there was no need. Orders were issued in silent gestures, and Esmeralda took charge without question. The logistics were hers now.