Unsettling peace
As usual, the bustling and lively great imperial city of Celestia was in full swing. Businesses going on here and there, carriages and wolf shifters moving here and there. Some with a smile, most with a frown, majority neither as they all had serious expressions. Either way, they were all breathing.
It had been one week since Albert Novikov's unexpected death, Ophelia's disappearance to Fireria, and Nikolai's disappearance to the unknown.
In contrast to the vibrant imperial city, the castle had a rather gloomy atmosphere. But in spite of everything, the shadows continued to loom. Preparing... After all, it was time. There had been far too much stalling and prepping.
Lost in thought, Vladimir was hung upside down on a tree branch in the castle's training area, which was fully exposed to the sky.
Viktor and Danil were both shirtless. They fought with their fists, their magnificent muscular build gleaming from their blood and sweat.