The sun had already risen, casting a golden hue over the cult's expansive grounds. The morning air was crisp and fresh, filled with the sound of sparring, training, and chanting prayers as the women of the cult began their daily routines.
Jack sat on a high balcony overlooking the courtyard, dressed in a loose tunic and dark trousers, a satisfied smirk on his face. He was watching the cult's progress once more, though his mind lingered on last night.
Selene.
The thought of her brought a knowing smile to his lips.
Jack stretched lazily before standing up, rolling his shoulders as he turned to Ela, who had just arrived, dressed in her usual elegant yet teasing attire.
Ela smirked. "You look pleased with yourself, Master."
Jack chuckled. "I always do, don't I?"
She narrowed her eyes playfully. "More than usual. I take it your night was… eventful?"
Jack tilted his head, his smirk deepening. "Let's just say Selene won't be thinking about anything else for a while."
