The clock showed it was almost midnight. At this hour, most people were already fast asleep in their beds, lost in dreams or the comfort of silence. Most people... But not Mikail, Moona, and Melisa.
The three of them sat tensely in the dimly lit living room, their eyes fixed on the wall clock as its second hand ticked ever closer to midnight. A faint hum of magic lingered in the air, almost unnoticeable, like a whisper waiting to rise.
"...Is Grandma not joining us?" Melisa asked, breaking the silence. Her voice was light, an attempt to lift the heavy tension clinging to the room. "I feel like our chances of surviving this would be higher with her here"
Mikail shook his head, his gaze never leaving the clock. "No. She said she used too much of her power last night. She needs to recover"
"What a shame," Melisa muttered with a small sigh. "I wanted to see her magic again. It's... Something new for me. Right, Mon?"
