Instead of returning along the main route, they wandered down a quieter trail that branched off behind the amphitheater.
It led into the sculpture garden—though calling it that didn't quite do it justice. There were no marble statues or engraved plaques, no frozen figures cast in bronze.
Everything here was formed from living elemental cores, held in delicate balance by stabilized magic.
A ring of flame circled endlessly, its tongues flickering but never growing larger or smaller, burning in a rhythm that felt both alive and calm.
Mist spiraled downward in a vertical column, caught mid-fall, suspended in a constant state of almost touching the ground.
A soft wind loop twisted through a curved arc, whispering only when someone walked close enough to disturb its flow.
They slowed near one of the pieces that drew Everly's attention. Three elemental orbs—one of fire, one of shadow, and one of wind—floated in perfect, synchronized motion.
