C43 The Pact of Open Sky

The gathering took place beneath the open sky.

No walls. No thrones. No altars.

Just a wide, grassy clearing where the horizon stretched endlessly and the stars blinked free of omen. The air smelled of new earth and distant rain. A soft wind tugged at cloaks and hair, a gentle reminder that life moved forward.

Evelyne stood in the center with Lucien at her side. Around them