In the pitch-black night, Nyx sat on the large windowsill, hugging her knees. She gazed out at the dark Wasteland in the distance.

Juno walked up behind her and patted her shoulder. "Nyx, you should get some rest."

Nyx made a sound of acknowledgment but continued sitting there motionless.

Juno sighed. "Don't worry. Mr. Lloyd Senior is very capable. Nothing will happen to him. Tomorrow, or maybe the day after, the Cathedral's main army will attack. Whether we succeed or not comes down to this moment. Andrew has sacrificed so much for us, and he's doing all this just to secure a safe haven for Dragonfang. We can't let him down."

Nyx said softly, "Juno, I know. You should go to sleep first. I'll come in a bit."

Juno's footsteps faded into the distance and eventually disappeared.

Nyx felt someone pat her back again. She turned around in surprise, thinking it was Juno. Instead, she saw Andrew's bright, smiling face.

"What's wrong? Can't sleep?"

Nyx felt a little shy and also did not