Her words carried warmth, but also relief. The kind that came from sleepless nights and endless worry.
The attack had left scars far beyond what most could see.
Two Elementalists had died that day. Bright talents whose names had been whispered with promise—snuffed out, just like that.
Their deaths had sent ripples across the world, shattering illusions of safety. And it wasn't just them.
Another one was missing. An Elementalist of frightening potential. One whose sudden disappearance gnawed at the hearts of many.
The world was still trembling from the news.
Trust in the AMO, once a towering pillar, had cracked. Their failure to protect even their own had seeded doubt, and that doubt was spreading fast.
But despite all of that, Seraphina held on to one truth that gave her peace—her beloved sister had survived.
Miranda was still here. Still breathing.
Her dark eyes softened for a moment as she studied her sister, but then they sharpened again, flashing cold.
