The early morning light barely cut through the thick mist hanging over the land. Seraphina, Kaelen, Alyssia, and Garrick gathered what they needed, each silently preparing for the journey ahead. They were about to step onto a path known for danger—a path that led to Azrael, the ancient deity who might be their only hope to save Kaelen completely.
Seraphina's heart pounded as she looked over at Kaelen. He was awake, alive, standing beside her, though he looked worn and still pale. She couldn't stop herself. She reached up, pressing a soft, relieved kiss to his cheek. "I'm so glad you're with us," she whispered, her voice a mix of joy and worry.
Kaelen squeezed her hand, giving her a small, reassuring smile. "I wouldn't be here without you. But this journey… it won't be easy."
Alyssia's eyes darkened. "Azrael's not known for kindness. They say he's the judge between realms. People who seek him rarely come back the same."
