Chapter 78: Whispers of the Glade
The morning shimmered with a kind of fragile beauty—soft light drifting through the newly stabilized sky, like the planet itself had learned how to breathe again. Astra Haven could be seen serenely from the horizon, its domes catching the sun and scattering it in gentle halos. But Team Chaos wasn't inside. They were far, trekking across the still-changing lands of Novalis.
Ava walked in front, her hair swaying slightly with each confident step. She wore a faint grin, one hand resting loosely on her weapon's hilt—not out of fear, but habit. Behind her, the rest of the team followed in a loose formation that was equal parts disciplined and chaotic.
Zephyr kept darting ahead, scouting with his usual flare. "(¬‿¬) Would you look at that—no explosions, no mutant birds, no random gravity wells trying to flatten us. Are we sure this is Novalis?"
Kael gave a quiet snort. "Don't jinx it."
