In the study of Nocture's now-magnificent castle, the gentle sound of a pen gliding across paper fills the air. The noise is soft, almost melodic, echoing through a room stacked with documents, maps, and tall archive cabinets. Candles line the walls, emitting a warm light that touches the serious face of a young woman writing tirelessly.
Sofia sits behind a massive black stone desk, carved with undead flora. Her expression is solemn almost empty. Her usually bright, gentle eyes now seem dim, like clouds withholding rain. Since Sylvia and Celes left for another world, Sofia has taken on the mantle of protector of Nocture. She coordinates logistics, manages factions, and ensures food and magic supplies remain stable.
Yet underneath it all lies a silence inside her not born of responsibility, but from the void left by the one she admires, trusts, and... misses.
