Natalie~
When Rayma vanished in that swirl of neutral energy, the silence that followed felt like a cold void—heavy, crushing, alive. It settled over Tiger's living room, thick enough to choke on. Outside, the forest whispered, its restless leaves brushing against the windows as if mocking us with secrets we weren't meant to hear.
I just stood there, heart hammering so loud it drowned out everything else. Grandpa. The word echoed through my skull like a thunderclap that refused to fade. Grandpa? What the hell did that even mean? My celestial magic still pulsed faintly around me, a ghostly shimmer licking at my skin—useless now, a defense against nothing but my own confusion.
