C75 THE HUSHED VOICE UNDER THE STARS

The night had never been this calm.

For the first time in what felt like centuries, there were no screams of souls, no roar of storms tearing the sky apart — only the quiet sigh of wind passing through trees reborn under the violet light.

Elara rested with her head against Damon’s shoulder, her fingers clasped in his.

The grass underneath them shone softly with embers