The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and rain as the wind whispered through the valley. The moon, half-shrouded in clouds, cast a silver glow over the landscape, illuminating the figures standing on the stone balcony.
Vaelith stood motionless, his golden eyes fixed on the sky. His mind was elsewhere—on battles fought, on lives lost, on memories that refused to fade. Beside him, Azrael was equally silent, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable.
"It’s been years," Azrael finally said, breaking the silence. His voice was quiet, but there was an undeniable weight behind his words. "And yet, it feels like she never truly left."
Vaelith exhaled slowly. "She never would have left us completely. You know that."
Azrael tilted his head slightly, glancing at h
