Selena POV
Some minutes before Razeal arrived at the Empire
The training hall of the Virelan manor stood unusually quiet.
Selena lay half-slumped against the far wall, her back resting against the cold stone. One leg stretched loosely forward while the other remained bent, forgotten in place. Her head tilted slightly upward, eyes fixed on the ceiling above her. The training hall of Virelan Manor stretched wide and empty around her, its polished floor reflecting pale light from the high windows above. Dust motes drifted lazily through the still air, undisturbed by movement, because there had been none for a long time. The silence had settled so deeply into the room that even the faint creak of wood somewhere in the ceiling decoration sounded distant, irrelevant.
Her eyes remained fixed upward.
