DANTE’S POV

The day was almost ending, shadows drawing long against the walls, and I hadn’t done anything meaningful.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, even the goddess knows I did, but my body still felt numb, my mind still heavy, still trapped in a fog.

I sat in my office, maintaining the same position I’d been in for hours, staring at nothing.

The air was still, carrying only the faint scent of Elara from earlier.

She’d been checking in on me constantly since morning, each ...