Shellia led the way back through the shimmering halls of Silver Wing, her private residence that floated like a luminous fortress on the edge of the Emerald Estate. The moment they stepped inside, the walls pulsed faintly with soft green light as if the house itself were welcoming its mistress home.
"This way," she said softly. Her voice was steady but there was a trace of fatigue beneath it; the purification and the rescue had drained her.
Veyra adjusted the edge of her cloak and walked at Shellia's side, her gaze sweeping the familiar hall. Kaelin and Isyra followed close behind, talking in low voices.
["The house hasn't changed at all,"] Yuki murmured, his tone more nostalgic than surprised.
["Of course not,"] Sylas replied with a faint smile. ["Shellia's wards are stronger than ever. It's like walking into a sanctuary."]
Orryn crossed his arms as he strode forward. ["I can feel the magic humming in the stones. Still as potent as the first time."]
