Averis was brought inside by Hades, her steps unsteady, her breath trembling. Luna immediately placed a hand over her wounds, the warm glow of her healing magic blooming across Averis's battered body.
The injuries weren't life-threatening, but they were severe—deep gashes, fractured muscles, bruises turning her skin dark beneath the fading spell marks.
Kaya, now that the silver brilliance around her had dimmed, looked almost as exhausted. Her breaths came uneven, her posture rigid, and faint blood stains clung stubbornly to her clothes. Her silver eyes, once sharp with the heat of battle, now reflected a calm she didn't quite feel.
Hades narrowed his eyes as he studied the two. "What were you two doing so early in the morning?"
Averis was still dazed, sitting stiffly as Luna worked. Kaya stepped forward, bowing slightly. "I was challenged."
Hades lifted a brow. "Challenged… or invited for a spar?"
