As the night wore on, the once tumultuous hall gradually fell silent. It had been some time since Autumn, ensnared in Desmond's Vital Energy net and struck by Adrian's blade, had last made an appearance. Over two hours had passed, and exhaustion had subdued not only the upper deck but also the previously chaotic lower deck.

Adrian sat quietly in a corner, resting on a stool with his back against the wall. He could sense Autumn lurking somewhere nearby, but pinpointing her exact location proved challenging. This posed the greatest obstacle; if only he could locate her, Adrian believed there might still be a chance to vanquish her with a decisive blow. Yet, despite his efforts, she eluded him. Adrian scanned the crowd, pondering if Autumn might be concealed among the people.

A sudden chill then crept up behind him. “There you are,” he said.

Adrian sensed that despite Autumn's spectral presence, her demeanor bore a resemblance to that of a human—or perhaps to the twisted minds of some