Draven was recovering in the healing chamber of the heaven realm, with Ember and Morpheus by his side. Evanthe went to Sierra, where Seren was alone by her side, being patient and waiting for her mother to be healed soon.
Solon was there as well; he looked worried.
Evanthe looked at him, gesturing to him to ask what happened. Solon walked away to the other side, and Evanthe followed him. He didn't want Seren to hear what he was going to say.
"Anything to worry about?" Evanthe asked.
Solon let out a light sigh. "Her body is no longer of a celestial being, but someone from the mortal realm. She was already weak, and now the energy from the celestial hollow seems to have damaged her core gravely."
Evanthe gritted her teeth, her gaze angry as she understood the implications of it. "It must be when that vile deity faked pushing Sierra into the celestial hollow."
