C7 Threads of Hope

Eveline stood motionless amidst the devastation, Lila pressed against her side like a living talisman. The remnants of the cursed gown clung to her fingers—scorched threads pulsing with a faint, irregular rhythm, like the faltering heartbeat of a dying creature. A whisper, so fragile it might have been imagination, brushed against her ear: her name, spoken in Cassian's voice