Camelia moved with purpose, each stride carrying the weight of quiet authority. The world did not resist—it adjusted, falling into place with an unspoken understanding, as if molded by her very presence.
The land stretched out before them, vast and untouched, the deep earth thrumming with quiet vitality. The resonance of creation grew stronger, pulsing through the air like an unspoken rhythm, weaving itself into the fabric of existence.
Atherion stayed beside her, steady and sure. His grip had softened—not a lifeline clinging to urgency, but a quiet assurance, an unspoken bond woven from trust and understanding.
He took in the unfolding land with quiet reverence, his gaze reflecting both admiration and the same subtle awe that stirred within Camelia. He no longer questioned its origin—he simply understood, seeing it as she did.
