The wind outside the ruins of Tashi Temple howled softly, carrying with it the scent of ash and rain. The battle had ended Days ago, yet the tension between Alaric and Selene burned brighter than any flame left behind.
They sat by a cracked stone wall, the night sky bleeding with scattered stars. The air was cold, but not as cold as the silence between them.
Selene's silver hair shimmered faintly under the moonlight as she turned to her brother. Her voice, soft but firm, broke the stillness.
"Alaric… perhaps we could trust them. About us."
Alaric's eyes flickered that old, deep shade of crimson that once terrified armies. His jaw tightened as he leaned back, glaring at the fading embers nearby.
"Sis… you know what happened the last time we trusted those righteous bastards."
