After Drakkias soared away into the darkness—carrying Medea, Ameriah, and Auria toward distant Tenebria—the night felt strangely quieter. The beating of the dragon's wings faded into the distance, leaving only the soft crackle of torches and the muted hum of Rome settling into nighttime calm.
Nathan, Servilia, Freja, and Elin turned back toward the city together, eventually making their way to Servilia's residence. The walk was relaxed, the cool air refreshing after the emotional farewells. They spoke about Rome—its future, its scars, and its possibilities—as they approached the estate.
"It's a shame," Servilia said with a warm, sincere smile as she pushed open the carved wooden doors. "The new Rome rising after Caesar's fall might need people like you two."
Freja shook her head lightly, smiling back. "That's kind of you… but we really do prefer Alexandria."
"Oh? Because of the warm weather? Rome basks in the sun as well," Servilia teased lightly.
