Hearing and seeing that made Nova almost feral and he clenched his fists by his side, knowing she was in pain and the main cause of it could be him. Before he could take a step forward, Levan had gotten rid of most of the guards, creating an opening for them to get inside.
The manor was now unnaturally still, quiet in a way that reeked of hidden rot. Shadows twisted like tendrils across the stone courtyard as Nova and Levan stood silently before the back entrance, cloaked beneath illusion and night. No alarms. No guards in sight. Yet Nova's instincts screamed otherwise.
"Do not worry, I rechecked the area; there are no others in sight for almost a few miles, are you ready?" Levan asked, eyes narrowed, blade half-drawn.
Nova didn't answer immediately. His hand hovered over the door, the mark on his inner wrist pulsing. It burned, faint and rhythmic—like a heartbeat not his own. His jaw clenched.