The days aboard the Estermont ship passed without incident.
After everything that had happened in the Holy Capital, the quiet rhythm of sailing felt almost unreal. There were no missions to chase, no immediate threats to track—just the sound of the waves, the wind in the sails, and the occasional banter among the group.
Mornings were spent training. Noel sparred with Marcus and Garron a few times, keeping his body sharp while avoiding heavier thoughts. Clara usually watched from the side, offering water or feedback, while Laziel stayed mostly quiet—though he didn't refuse a match when invited.
Evenings were calmer. Meals were shared around the same table. Some stories, a few laughs, even small debates about food, magic, and first-year memories.
But the most surprising change was between Elyra and Elena.
