Lincoln's POV:
The dining hall had never been so vibrant. For the first time in weeks, we weren't burdened by prophecies or shadows—but food and laughter. Ayaana jokingly accused Sky of hiding bread rolls, Akira stretched across the table to snatch a piece of cheese off Crisha's plate, and Amir grumbled something about "barbaric table manners" as he smuggled extra meat onto his own.
Star leaned against me, her smile are very gentle. "Feels almost normal, doesn't it? "
I smiled. "As normal as eight reincarnated misfits can get."
The doors swung open, and silence rolled over us like a tide.
Lord Cedric entered, robes trailing, his presence commanding. His eyes dart towards us, you can see the seriousness and confidence on his face and posture. “Eat well,” he said, his voice resonant.
