The storm outside was deafening, a torrent of rain and wind that blurred the city into a mess of shadows. Sera could feel the weight of the world shifting beneath her feet as she clung to Caelum's back, his powerful wings cutting through the night air like blades of moonlight. Each beat of his wings was a pulse of energy, a surge of something ancient and alive, and she could feel the power radiating from him, like a living storm.
They flew higher, above the burning city, above the collapsing cathedral that had once been her prison. As they rose into the storm clouds, Sera couldn't help but glance back. The flames from the basilica illuminated the sky, and beneath the inferno, she could see the shadowy figures of priests and templars scrambling in the chaos. They would pursue them. She kne
