I had to focus. Ivy deserved peace, a proper farewell, but my mind spun, searching for the right moment to slip away. As Lydia cried softly beside Ivy’s body, I was already planning my escape. Talia wouldn’t live to see the sunrise.
I would make sure to avenge my friend, she didn't deserve the destiny she lived. I hope the Moon Goddess finally gives her peace and lets her come back in another lifetime, one where she could be.
The chamber was silent except for Lydia’s quiet sobs. I forced myself to move, helping her prepare Ivy’s body. Each motion was mechanical, a distraction from the rage burning inside me. We cleaned Ivy’s wounds and dressed her in the ceremonial robes for the fallen. My hands shook as I worked, the urge to leave gnawing at me, but I couldn’t yet. Not while Lydia was
