It had been two days since Hades left.
Luna and Peri were in the central compound of the castle—the very place where the incident had taken place. Strangely enough, the damage was repaired within a single day. Perhaps everyone here was simply used to rebuilding.
The two girls were training.
Peri stood with a bow in hand, a blindfold tied over her eyes, steadying her breathing as she aimed. Luna hovered a few feet above the ground, wrapped in a faint protective shield. From below, silvery chains of light stretched upward, coiling around several massive iron spheres and lifting them into the air.
This wasn't Luna's idea. Peri had dragged her out here—no, scolded her into training.
Because Hades wasn't somewhere out there resting. He was enduring, fighting with every passing minute to master the draconic power within him. The pain, the turmoil, the raw emotions tearing through him—they felt it all through their bond.
