A squeak from the outside window ruined the silence that instilled the room.
Though to Athan, it was someone he was familiar with, and his sullen eyes darted to the broken window pane—which a small gargoyle, just fit enough to enter one of the smaller squares that had its glass completely shattered, trudged carefully before it landed on the floor that littered with debris.
Upon flapping, the craggy wings somehow shifted to a large silhouette, emitting a dim glow. A slight creak resounded in the air as soon as the creature plopped the ground.
Size with such majestic, crystalline features on its limbs and towards its head, and the emerald eyes that burned bright all the time.
It was Nero, in which Athan rolled his eyes and leaned his head against the broken drawers. He was on the ground with one knee close to his chest.
