But the fragile peace didn't last long.
From across the field, the rhythmic sound of boots approached. Dust lifted from the ground with every step, and a commanding presence followed behind the faint scent of storm and steel. Lea's body stiffened instinctively, the warmth in her chest quickly replaced by unease.
Kael Draven.
His shadow stretched across the cracked earth, tall and unmistakable. His uniform was slightly torn at the sleeve, and his sword—still humming faintly with static—rested at his side. Behind him, several members of his special unit followed, scanning the area for any remaining threat before dispersing silently.
"Father," Hugo greeted him first, lowering his weapon but keeping his tone respectful.
Kael's steps slowed. He hesitated. His eyes flicked toward his son-in-law—then toward Lea, who, upon meeting his gaze, instinctively shifted and half hid behind Hugo's shoulder.
Her mint aura flickered faintly in nervous pulses.
