The twilight of Elandor painted the sky a deep blue, shadows casting elongated forms across the distant forests and mountains. Time seemed suspended in the air, each second a silent breath before the storm. Elysiel gazed at the horizon from her balcony, her eyes fixed on the stars that were beginning to appear. She knew that those bright stars might soon be swallowed by darkness if they didn't act quickly.
Beside her, Seraphis remained silent, arms crossed as he too stared at the same stars. He could feel the growing tension between them, as if the weight of destiny was about to crush them. The decision they had to make was difficult but inevitable. The path ahead, uncertain and filled with dangers, was the only way out they saw. The only chance to find answers. The only hope of saving their worlds.
