Elena and Kael stepped into the open air, the weight of the chamber’s energy still lingering in their bones. The skies above were painted in hues of twilight, soft purples and oranges blending into the promise of night. A cool breeze swept through, carrying with it a sense of renewal.
She tightened her grip on the crystal in her hand, feeling its warmth seep into her skin. It was more than just a relic—it was a piece of her, a symbol of the connection that bound her to Kael. She glanced at him, his silver eyes reflecting the fading sunlight.
“We should keep moving,” he said, his voice softer now, as though the trials they had faced had left him stripped of his usual sharpness.
Elena nodded, but her feet didn’t follow his lead. Instead, she turned to him, studying his face, the lines of
