Chapter 21: My Master
(Cassandra's POV)
The healing chamber was deathly quiet after the others left, their footsteps fading into silence. The residual energy from the shadow crystal still pulsed faintly in the room, but my focus remained entirely on Grace.
She lay almost serenely, her silver hair framing her gaunt face like fallen moonlight. But the faint rise and fall of her chest betrayed how fragile each passing moment was. My grandmother, my only true family, seemed even smaller, her amber eyes dimmed by years of suffering.
"Grandmother," I whispered, stepping closer. My voice was quiet, but each word carried the weight of battles fought and truths withheld.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a warmth that made my chest tighten. Even now, even in her frailty, her gaze
