Everything returned to normal after Keahi was gone.
At least, that’s what the others believed.
Her corruption no longer tainted the realm. We couldn't save the phoenixes that let their souls get consumed, but at least we didn't encounter those purple flames anymore. The skies burned clear and gold again, the scorched earth slowly healing beneath the warmth of the sun. The phoenixes who had survived—those who had resisted Keahi’s influence—returned to their nests, their fires bright and untroubled.
But my brother was not among them.
Solarys stood at the edge of the highest cliff, his wings folded tight against his back, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He hadn’t spoken since that day.
All he does is attend his official business, but if you ask one more word from him, you are met with a
