Livia walked slowly, supported by Ria and Felly on either side. She was pale, still weak from the battle against black magic, but her chin remained high and her steps steady.
The blood that had once stained her lips was gone, replaced by a quiet determination that made many avert their eyes. Even weakened, Luna carried herself with a grace that commanded attention.
The hall erupted into whispers again.
"She came…"
"Look at her — she's barely standing."
"Is she brave or just desperate?"
Aldus's jaw tightened as he watched her. A part of him wanted to stop her, to order her back to bed, but he knew Livia too well now. She would never forgive herself for hiding away while lies were spoken about her.
Once she reached the center of the hall, she gently pushed Ria and Felly's hands away and stood on her own. The effort made her legs tremble, but she held her ground.
Elder Caelum, leader of the Council, rose from his seat and raised his hand. The whispers fell silent at once.
