Moonbounce floated a little higher, its soft silver glow brushing against the misty skyline. The faint hum that followed was almost like a song—quiet, ancient, familiar. Rhys exhaled slowly, his breath curling into the cool night.
"Seragon Caves, huh…" he murmured. "Didn't think I'd be heading back there so soon."
The little spirit pulsed once in reply, a flicker of light that almost felt amused.
By the time they reached the inn, the others had already gone inside. The lamps by the doorway swayed gently in the breeze, scattering their glow across the cobblestones. Rhys lingered outside for a moment longer, listening to the sound of the city—the muffled laughter, the distant music, the quiet pulse of mana threading through the air.
It was peaceful in a way battlefields never were.
