The Nexus Hall stood tall against the night sky, its spires illuminated in a soft crimson glow that pierced through the cool evening mist.
Valen stepped out of the grand building and was immediately greeted by a row of sleek carriages lined up in perfect formation, their polished surfaces gleaming under the moonlight.
It was a rare spectacle in the quiet nightlife of the city—one that drew attention from the few passersby who dared to linger.
The Aetheris family servants bowed as Valen approached, their movements synchronized and respectful.
One of them stepped forward, opening the door of the lead carriage with practiced grace.
"Welcome home, young master," the servant said quietly, his head bowed low.
Without a word, Valen climbed inside the carriage, the door closing softly behind him.