The air was still heavy with the scent of burned wood and crushed earth.
After that fateful day, they had buried Raiquen and Eliryn side by side—two lives that had carried the weight of the village's future, now resting beneath the same sky they had once fought to protect.
The small hill where they lay was quiet, save for the whisper of the wind.
Khael Corzedar stood before the graves, his eyes half-closed, head slightly bowed.
Beside him stood Ceyla Nox, her storm-born affinity flickering faintly in her gaze, and Juno Arkai the Affinity-less Taishin Gate, silent as stone.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
Finally, Khael broke the silence.
"We're going now… We just came to say goodbye."
Ceyla's expression was unreadable, but her hands clenched faintly at her sides. Juno simply nodded, his gaze lingering on the gravestones as if trying to burn them into memory.
In the village below, the scene had changed.
