The couple finally boarded the train and began their journey back to Tokkarion.
The magic train glided smoothly along its tracks, carrying them away from the shimmering canals and ancient ruins of Vellamo. The landscape shifted gradually—from the lush, water-soaked greenery of the western coast to the rolling hills and dense forests of the interior, and finally to the familiar, bustling outskirts of the capital.
Gabriel and Lilith sat in their private cabin, their hands intertwined, their eyes watching the passing scenery. The pendant Lilith had found in the underwater ruins rested against her chest, its surface cool and smooth. She touched it occasionally, her fingers tracing its edges.
Neither spoke much during the journey. There was a comfortable silence between them—the kind that needed no filling.
