After the unfounded jealousy of the two heroines was completely placated by their leader's cold and precise logic, the party continued on their way.
And Ryan finally returned to his personal residence.
Upon stepping through the wooden door, Irina welcomed him with a warm and impeccable smile, offering a slight bow in greeting.
After exchanging formal greetings, Helen and Mirian also entered the house, leaving their previous childish bickering from the workshop entirely behind them.
The hours had already passed quickly amidst the organization of the refuge, and the village's artificial night began to reflect high above, simulating a dark, clear sky.
After sharing a hearty dinner and taking a long, hot bath to relax his muscles, Ryan retired to his spacious bedroom, more than ready to get some sleep.
After a few minutes, while he was lying beneath the heavy sheets with his eyes closed, his senses picked up the unmistakable sound of the door creaking open.
