Chapter Eighty-Six: We're So Proud Of You
Aurora POV:
A dappled sunlight filters through my eyelids, gently coaxing me awake. My eyelashes flutter open, each blink like a curtain gradually lifting to unveil the world—except this world is not one I recognize. I'm lying in a field, surrounded by an expanse of the floral tapestry that radiates both vivid colours and a hushed serenity. It's an oasis, a sanctuary; it's the garden of Rora. Confusion takes hold of me initially.
How did I get here?
Why am I not amid the ruins of a battle?
Then it crashes back—the fight, the pain, the triplets, Phoenix's disintegration into ash. My chest tightens at the recollection, and my fingers instinctively touch the spot where my heart lies, half-expecting to feel a void.
"Aurora."
The voice envelops
