Always

The mansion was quiet, save for the soft crackling of the fireplace in the living room. The group had returned from the battle, weary but alive, their minds still reeling from the chaos they had endured. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, they could finally catch their breath.

Lilith sat on the plush sofa, her fingers tracing the delicate patterns embroidered into the fabric. Her blue hair was disheveled, and exhaustion was etched into her features, but her eyes remained bright with determination.

Amon was beside her, his arm draped protectively around her shoulders. He hadn't left her side since they stepped through the mansion doors.

"I still can't believe it's over," Sicily said softly from across the room, breaking the silence. She was seated next to Gregory, who was carefully wrapping a fresh bandage around her arm.