Chapter 183 Unanswered Question

• There was a time when things between us had been simple—when we were just friends, laughing over inside jokes and navigating chaos side by side. But ever since that invisible wall of unspoken emotions had risen between us, we had started feeling like strangers trapped in the remnants of something unsaid.
• Still, for tonight, we had a purpose. And perhaps that was enough.
• I busied myself in the kitchen, brewing two cups of strong coffee, the rich aroma filling the quiet house. By the time I returned, the world outside had settled into silence. Everyone else had drifted into sleep, leaving only Dominic and me in the dimly lit study, where the *Tome of Deeds* lay sprawled open on the wooden table. Its recently uncovered pages stared back at us, waiting—daring—to be deciphered.