David emerged from the air, the faint shimmer of his dismissed [Nightveil Embrace] dissipating into the ether as he landed gracefully near the group. His boots touched the ground with a controlled elegance, his movements unhurried despite the palpable tension surrounding them. His presence drew the attention of Mariana, who looked up in surprise.
"David..." she murmured, her voice tinged with both relief and disbelief. She hadn't seen him since the chaos began.
David's gaze swept across the group. Luna stood composed but alert, her golden eyes briefly meeting his. Sir Richard held his sword ready, his demeanor as resolute as ever, while Mariana clung tightly to the Archon, her protective instincts evident. Elara lay in her arms, her pale skin marred by the grotesque dark veins, her chest rising and falling faintly.
