Rowan led Logan downward, step by step, through the narrow stone staircase.
Though they were descending, the space felt more like a corridor—walls closed in tightly on either side, dimly lit by flickering torches mounted in iron brackets. The shadows danced with each step they took.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Their footsteps echoed faintly as they moved deeper into the underground.
After a few minutes, they finally reached the bottom. From there, they continued walking a short distance until they arrived in front of a large chamber. Two people were standing on guard.
One of them was Luther, whom Logan had already been introduced to earlier that morning.
The other was the same young man who had accompanied Luther into the cellar last time—his name was Leonard.
Rowan and Logan came to a stop in front of them.
Both Luther and Leonard gave respectful bows in greeting.
"They haven't said anything yet, I assume?" Rowan asked.
"No, Your Highness," Luther replied.
