Auriel shut the door behind her, exhaling as she leaned against the wooden frame.
The weight of the past few days had been suffocating, pressing down on her like an unrelenting force.
The demons, the dungeon, the elders—all of it had tested her patience far beyond what she was willing to tolerate.
'Enough was enough.'
She had spent more time in this village than she had intended.
She had played their game, indulged their ridiculous worship, and humored their desperate attempts to keep her here. But now, it was time to leave.
Auriel straightened, adjusting the cloak draped over her shoulders.
The moment she had returned to Seraphina's home, she had made up her mind. She wasn't going to waste another second in this village.
Seraphina was waiting for her inside, sitting cross-legged at the small wooden table, sipping from a ceramic cup.
