The first light broke the horizon, piercing through the dense, dark clouds like a sword cutting through shadows. Ava stood at the edge of the cliff, her silhouette sharp against the new dawn, her face bathed in the golden warmth of the rising sun. The Abyss, once a roaring tempest that threatened to devour her whole, now lay quiet below—silent but not gone. Its twisted energy hummed beneath the earth, waiting, watching, lingering like a distant echo of chaos that had yet to fully dissolve.
Leo stepped up beside her, his presence solid and unwavering, the heat of his body a steady contrast to the cool wind that swept across the cliffs. He didn't speak; they didn't need words. The connection between them pulsed stronger than any conversation, a shared silence that spoke volumes of the battles they had fought and the ones yet to come.
