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
