Vincent/Vaelthor/Star
The world spun back into focus with a rush of cool, pine-scented air that filled my lungs like a lifeline. One moment, we were hurtling through Rayma's cosmic vortex, leaving the demon realm's choking decay behind; the next, our feet touched down on the familiar soft earth of the camping site. The glade was just as we'd left it—our tents pitched under the canopy of ancient oaks, the campfire reduced to smoldering embers, and the faint rustle of leaves overhead. But everything felt different now, charged with the aftermath of gods and vengeance. My heart pounded, not from fear anymore, but from the raw surge of emotions I'd kept locked away for so long.
