The next morning, the world outside the cave was still shrouded in the remnants of the storm. The air was thick and damp, the once-violent winds now calm, leaving a quiet, heavy stillness in its wake. Caelum was already up when Sera awoke, sitting by the fire, his eyes distant as if he were lost in thought. His silver wings were folded behind him, the tips glimmering faintly in the soft light of dawn.
Sera sat up slowly, her body aching from the night's flight. She had never felt so exposed, so raw—both physically and emotionally. Everything was different now. She was no longer the Blood-Moon Girl bound to the Silver Oath. She was… free. But with that freedom came a new weight—a weight she didn't know how to carry.
“You've been awake for a while," she said softly, brushing a lock of her
