The moon shone bright, casting its light through the branches of the trees and onto the small group. Lexie sat on a mat, her back against a tree, while Ciel rested his head on her lap, his long golden hair cascading over her thigh.
Isiah sat across from them, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.
The gentle breeze carried the scents of wildflowers and pine needles, and the warmth of the night air enveloped them. It was a stark contrast to the cold, sterile atmosphere of Emperium.
Lexie couldn't help but reflect on how much had changed since the last time she saw Ciel. He had grown taller, and his face had lost some of its youthful innocence.
Isiah sat down on the ground with a sense of urgency, paying little attention to his surroundings. Lexie watched him as he gently took Eijar in his hands, cradling her close.
