After weighing their findings, the group came to a unanimous decision. At dawn, they would go to the temple. There was no point in delaying. Whatever secrets Galdreth was hiding, they needed to uncover them before it was too late.
Cassian dismissed the meeting, and one by one, they left his room, their expressions grim but resolute.
Alistair lingered for a moment longer. "Get some rest," he said, though his eyes hinted at his own exhaustion. "Tomorrow might be worse than we expect."
Cassian gave a small nod, and with that, Alistair left, closing the door behind him.
Cassian exhaled.
The room was quiet now, save for the occasional flicker of the oil lamp in the corner. He rubbed his temples, fully expecting a sleepless night. His mind was restless, filled with unanswered questions, unease, and the ever-present weight of responsibility.
He did not know if he could sleep peacefully today.
But the moment his head hit the pillow, exhaustion claimed him.
