It was almost evening, The blades of the choppers slowed and finally came to a halt, kicking up one last gust of mist and dust across the island courtyard. The air smelled of sea salt and pine. Drums echoed faintly in the distance, the kind of rhythm that always carried a sense of homecoming.
Clan members had already gathered, their white and blue robes flowing in the evening breeze. They were waiting, eyes shining, hearts pounding, as the returning silhouettes stepped off the helicopters. Mothers screamed the names of their daughters, sisters ran forward, voices breaking into laughter and tears all at once. The courtyard became a tide of reunions — hugs, cries, songs blending together into a single overwhelming moment.
At the center, Lady Yurei herself walked forward with measured steps, her presence commanding yet warm. Her eyes, sharp as ever, softened the moment she saw Sayaka.
Sayaka bowed deeply, her voice trembling. "Disciple greets the Master."
