The cave was warm now.
Not because of the scorched walls or the lingering golden aura, but because Raven was back—and glowing slightly like a freshly baked divine cookie.
He was now sitting cross-legged, looking mildly confused as six girls, one sword, one always silent guy, and one curious squirrel stared him down as if he were a mystery loot box with a legendary drop rate.
Clara was still hugging him tightly with the persistence of a tick on a divine beast.
Selena sat beside him, carrying the grace of a royal she was, her arms crossed.
Graye had somehow perched herself behind him like a cape, still clinging on.
Raven didn't tell her off this time.
Siris had not moved from her 'I-will-protect-thy-glorious-abs' position, one hand on his arm like she was guarding a sacred relic.
Lia stood off to the side with the I'm-not-jealous-but-don't-make-me-come-over-there face.
