After the eventful encounter on the rooftop, Leon and Seraphine made their way back through the city streets. The walk home was quiet, both of them processing the day's events in their own ways.
Once they reached their house, they made their way through the familiar halls until they arrived at their bedroom. The space felt like a sanctuary after all the chaos and drama they had witnessed.
Leon closed the door behind them and let out a long breath. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of evening light filtering through the windows.
"What a day," he said, running a hand through his silver hair as he looked at Seraphine.
Seraphine settled onto the edge of their bed, her amethyst eyes reflecting on everything that had transpired. The battle with the abyssal monster, the aftermath with Loriel, and meeting Aurelia—it had been quite overwhelming.
"That girl really is something else," she commented, clearly referring to Loriel. "I've never seen someone cry over such minor injuries."
