"Luna?"

Elara turned to see Seraphina approaching, a concerned crease between her brows. "Are you alright? You've been distant these past few days."

Forcing a smile, Elara nodded. "I'm fine, Sera. Just...reminiscing."

Seraphina's features softened with understanding. "You're thinking about him again, aren't you?"

A lump formed in Elara's throat at the mention of Damien. "I can't help it. Every breath I take is a reminder of the sacrifice he made for me...for all of us."

"He would want you to be happy, to focus on rebuilding what was destroyed," Seraphina gently chided.

"You're right, of course." Elara sighed deeply. "It's just--"

Her words were cut off by a piercing...