The journey back was a strange reversal of the trip to Elarion.
They took one of Quill's sleek, silent cars to the border. This time, Azrael was once again folded uncomfortably into the magically expanded suitcase.
The checking on the way out was less strict, and they passed into the human domain without issue as getting in was harder while going out was easier.
Now, they were in a familiar black Ashveil carriage
It was already evening, the setting sun painting the sky in shades of orange and purple.
Azrael sat in the plush seat, turning his new prized possession over in his hands. The gauntlet.
It was made of a dark, unidentifiable metal that felt strangely warm to the touch. A single item that could change the entire game for him.
Celestria watched him from across the carriage, a small, amused smile on her lips. "You did Quill dirty," she said, breaking the long silence.
He looked up, his expression innocent. "You supported me, too."
