The room was steeped in stillness, the only sound the faint whistle of wind slipping through the window's narrow gap. Moonlight spilled across the wooden floor, pale and cold, painting both Luca and Celestia in silver shadows.
Luca sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, his fingers loosely interlaced as he stared at the floor. His voice finally broke the silence, low and contemplative.
"It's… a lot to think about," he finally murmured, breaking the silence. His voice was low, almost reluctant, as though speaking the words made them heavier. He exhaled through his nose, leaning back slightly. "First of all… it wasn't even the place where the final battle took place."
Celestia, sitting across from him, gave a slow nod. Her golden hair caught the moonlight like strands of frost, but her eyes remained fixed on him, calm yet guarded.
