"Come in."
As Asher's voice reverberated through the room, Lyra raised a brow in mild confusion, wondering who her Young Master was speaking to. Her senses swept across the room and extended a few meters beyond the walls, but she detected nothing. Just as she was about to ask Asher whom he was addressing, the door creaked open.
A gentle footstep echoed, and a man dressed in a pristine butler uniform with white gloves stepped inside, Zarek, the Primarch's personal right-hand man.
Lyra's face momentarily reflected surprise before her expression returned to calm. She wasn't astonished by her failure to sense Zarek's presence, she knew she couldn't, not even if she tried a million times. What truly caught her off guard was the fact that Asher had sensed him when she had not.
Zarek spoke with a faint smile the moment he entered, not bothering with formal greetings.
"It seems the Tenth Sun's senses have evolved significantly after dancing between life and death for a while."
