The storm following the convergence did not fade. It followed them like a living thing, whispering through the forest, shaking the leaves, and bending the shadows into jagged shapes. Luther Steph stood at the center, Valentine at his side, both trembling not from fear, but from the raw, unrelenting pulse of power still thrumming through their veins. The forest itself seemed to breathe around them, waiting, watching, anticipating.
Eryx Caelum remained a few steps back, his amber eyes glinting with concern, though his posture betrayed no fear. He had never seen a bond react like this, not even among the eldest of lineages. It was unprecedented, unnatural, and dangerous.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” Valentine’s voice was a whisper, though it carried over the wind like a bell. Her fingers g
