Ashen's massive wings folded gracefully as she descended into the sprawling garden behind Freya's house, her powerful claws landing softly despite her immense size. The air crackled faintly with the residual energy of her flight, but the garden quickly absorbed the lingering tension, replacing it with a calming stillness.
Sitting securely on Ashen's back were Valentina and Apollivex, the latter resting comfortably, still recovering from her earlier wounds. As Ashen lowered her head, allowing them to dismount.
The garden was as she remembered—blooming with vibrant flowers that shimmered with faint magical auras. Tall trees swayed gently under a soft, enchanted breeze; their silver leaves catching the morning sunlight. It was beautiful—a place untouched by the chaos of the outside world.
