In the morning… Friday…
The sun filtered lazily through the cracks in Eclipse's heavy velvet curtains, casting long shadows across his room.
It was a rare moment of peace—no monsters chasing him, no one scheming behind his back, and most importantly, no urgent deadlines looming over his head.
Except the decay that was slowly eating his insides.
Today's schedule only included sword-fighting, of which would not occur for another six hours.
So, naturally, Eclipse decided to summon both Silva and Valeria into his quarters—not for tea or idle chatter but to address what he referred to as "the catastrophe."
And sitting innocently on the floor, like an oblivious child who had just raided the cookie jar, was the slime queen.
Or rather, her human form—a petite girl with cyan-colored hair that shimmered faintly under the dim light.
She sat cross-legged, happily munching away at one of Eclipse's prized daggers.
