As the afternoon sun cast elongated shadows across the blackstone walls of Raven's Nest, the keep hummed with quiet tension. Corvin stood in his study, where tall arched windows filtered golden light across ancient tomes, shifting star charts, and softly glowing arcane crystals embedded in the shelves. The silence was meditative. Then, a precise knock echoed from the door.
"Enter," Corvin said, not needing to look up.
The thick oak door opened and Magus Thaelys Silvernight of the Umbral Synod stepped through. Clad in ceremonial dark indigo robes woven with violet runes and the faint shimmer of a soulbinding sigil on her collarbone, she carried herself with both grace and the cold discipline of a Synod trained Magus. She bowed deeply.
"Your Grace," she greeted, her voice silky but formal.
"Please," Corvin gestured to the high backed chair across from him. "Sit."
She did so without hesitation.
