Kael still stared at the grimoire in Elion's arms, as if trying to understand what it meant—not just in terms of power, but in terms of weight, of legacy. The feeling of being in the midst of something too vast to comprehend still weighed on him, but there was also a sparkle in his eyes. The sparkle of someone who knew that a new path was opening up.
Elion closed the grimoire carefully and let out a long sigh, as if it enclosed something much older than time itself. She looked up at Raven, her expression now relaxed. "Thank you."
Raven nodded, but with a slightly mischievous smile. "You know the way back. But... if you want to come back another time—especially you, cute little king—the door will always be open." She looked directly at Kael, her voice soft as enchanted velvet. "But... it would be better if you came alone next time." The wink she gave him next was as cheeky as it was magical.
Kael gasped, completely taken aback. "I... what?"
