The night air was cool, brushing softly against their faces as they stepped out onto the balcony. The moon hung low above the Saranjana capital, vast, pale, and silver, its light glimmering across the marble floor.
Neither spoke for a while.
"So, how are you?" Aksara finally broke the silence.
"I'm fine now," Askara replied, his gaze still on the city below. "I can feel my body slowly healing"
"Hmm~ good"
Another quiet moment followed, not awkward, just two brothers sharing the same peace, letting silence speak for them.
"So..." Aksara said again, a faint smile tugging at his lips, "I heard you used Father's technique. Is that true?"
"Hm~ yeah," Askara nodded. "I managed to break my limit with Nāgāntaka's help and used the Fire Form"
