The banners of Lunira Axis fluttered beneath a pale silver sun, each thread woven with the sigil of the twin moons.
For the first time in months, Khael Corzedar saw a city untouched by smoke or ruin Equinoxis, the capital of balance and brilliance.
White bridges arched over flowing canals, and crystalline towers reached toward the horizon like frozen moonlight. The air shimmered faintly with Shinrei energy refined, stable, harmonious.
Even the wind felt different here.
Gentle. Controlled. As though the world itself was holding its breath in reverence.
"Still not used to this kind of quiet," Arden muttered, tugging at the collar of his ceremonial coat. His usual battlefield composure was replaced with visible discomfort. "…It's weird."
Beside him, Khael smirked faintly.
"Peace feels heavier than war sometimes."
