The three women of Mirean hurried through the night, their cloaks snapping in the cold wind as they made their way back across the rough, stony expanse. When they finally reached the broad shell of the Rock Tortoise, they saw Luciel standing tall on the creature's wall-like back, with Mino and Agni Moon beside him, the three of them illuminated faintly by the distant lights of the Tenth-Floor City.
"Thanks," Luciel said warmly, his voice steady but low.
Elara blinked her silver eyes in confusion. "Thanks? For what?" She glanced around, frowning. "And where is it? I don't see anything."
Luciel's lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "You'll see soon enough. Just stand behind me." He gestured calmly, as though this were something routine rather than something that could shake an entire city.
