The fire crackles, casting flickering shadows across the ruins. The night is eerily quiet now, the distant howls of the rogues having faded into the darkness. But I know better than to think we’re safe. Not yet.
Selene tends to Damien’s wounds, her golden glow dim as exhaustion weighs on her. I sit across from them, sharpening my blade, though my hands still tremble from what happened. From him.
Reven’s voice lingers in my mind, a dark whisper at the edge of my thoughts. You already know the truth...
I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing the memory away.
"Rest," Selene says, breaking the silence. "You’ll need your strength for the journey ahead."
Damien grunts as she presses a healing salve against his side. "Not like I’ll be getting much sleep anyway. Not after what just happened."
