A Night Without Shadows
For once, there were no battles to fight, no ruins to survive, and no darkness waiting beyond the next door.
Inside the warm halls of a grand castle, Anthur and his companions finally allowed themselves to rest. With wine on the table, laughter in the air, and old stories returning like sparks from the fireplace, the wounds of their journey felt lighter than ever.
Anthur spoke of the impossible odds they had overcome, gesturing with the same passion that once led them through battle. Lysa watched him with quiet admiration, reminded once again why his courage had become her peace. Mirel tried to keep her usual calm smile, but Serena’s joyful drunken laughter made that impossible. Even Vaelthryx, majestic in his platinum dragon form, leaned close to share in the memory of the adventures that had forged them into something greater than a party.
They were not heroes in that moment.
They were not legends.
They were simply a family, alive, together, and happy beneath a world finally at peace.