Soft golden light slowly crept through the gaps of the black velvet curtains in the main bedroom of Persephone's Castle, replacing the shadows of night with the quiet warmth of an underworld morning. There was no crowing of roosters or chirping of birds like in the mortal world; the only sign of the changing day in this sacred sanctuary was the shift in the frequency of mana vibrations in the air, which felt increasingly fresh and sweet in the chest.
Sylvia opened her eyes slowly. Her eyelids blinked several times, adjusting her blood-red and silver pupils to the dim lighting of the room.
The first sensation that greeted her mind was an extraordinarily peaceful silence, a drastic contrast to the Primordial region of yesterday. Yet when she tried to stretch one arm to the side, her brows furrowed slightly.
The surface of the black-and-gold silk sheets on her right and left felt cold.
