The night ticked by and the environment returned to something resembling normalcy as a new morning crept fully into the city. Despite the defeat of the Everglade Clan, there wasn't any celebrations or immediate proclamations.
Instead, there was a subdued tension woven through every corridor and courtyard, everyone nervous about what would happen in the future. Servants moved about quietly, while all the guards were speaking in very hushed tones.
It was as if the entire estate Albedo was staying at provided to him by Raven was holding its breath, as if afraid that raising its voice might draw something terrible back out of the shadows.
Albedo felt it even as he finally lowered himself into a chair near the window of his room, looking out at the city that looked relatively normal at the moment.
