David leaned back against the closed door of his room, exhaling a deep breath as if trying to release the tension that had seized him moments ago. His mind raced, replaying the encounter with Count Nicalo—or, more accurately, the demon masquerading as him. The air still felt thick, as though the oppressive mana lingering from the demon's presence hadn't entirely dissipated.
Luna's golden eyes shimmered in the dim light, her gaze fixed on David. "What now?" she asked, her voice low but steady, tinged with the same unease David felt. "Do we confront Salomonis? He might know something."