บท 93: Assassination Attempt

The inn was quiet. The usual bustle of people talking, clinking mugs, and the occasional burst of laughter from downstairs seemed far removed from the room where Kai and Kiara were staying.

The air was still, a contrast to the tense energy that had filled the dungeon just hours before.

The room itself had a warm, almost comforting glow to it, the flickering light from the candles casting long shadows against the walls.

Kiara sat on her bed, her legs folded beneath her, a notebook open in her lap. Her blonde hair flowed down her back, damp from the shower she'd taken after their escape from the dungeon.

The strands caught the soft light, shimmering like golden silk. She had been writing for what felt like an eternity, the quiet scratching of her pen the only sound that filled the room.

Kai, meanwhile, was reclining against the pillow, his gaze wandering aimlessly as he stared at the ceiling.