Professor Keal's excitement was palpable as he clutched the meditation pattern and hastily departed. Observing the old gentleman's departing figure, Astr's smile intensified, while Rafeal stood nearby, a mix of terror and excitement evident in his demeanor.
Astr Serene, a renowned but frail figure in the empire, lounged in his chair, casually tapping his fingers on the table and assuming a relaxed posture.
Rafeal Louis, the equally esteemed young master of the first family in the empire, stood respectfully with his hands bound, the clear distinction of master and slave evident.
To any onlooker, this scene would be astonishing, prompting doubt in the authenticity of their own eyes.
A rhythmic sound echoed – ta, tap.
Astr's long, pale fingers lightly tapped on the dark brown, naturally lined tabletop. Slowly closing his eyes, he "saw" a minuscule point of light moving within the darkness.
