The darkness of the Chamber of Bones pressed close around them, heavy with ancient truths and warnings carved into calcium and time. Selena's tears had dried on her cheeks, leaving salt tracks that caught the faint phosphorescent glow still emanating from the walls. Dante held her, his newly transformed essence—no longer pure storm but something quieter, deeper—wrapping around her like a cloak woven from twilight itself.
"Tell me," he said softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along her spine between the joints of her wings. "Tell me what you saw."
