The Fragile Balance

Elysiel walked through the forests of Elandor, with shadows and light dancing around her as she moved. The air was heavy, and her mind restless. The encounter with Seraphis had left deep marks on her, reopening wounds she thought had healed and rekindling emotions she had preferred to bury. But the truth, however painful, could no longer be ignored. She still felt something for him. And even so, doubt about his intentions consumed her.

The forest's silence was interrupted only by the soft sound of Elysiel's footsteps. The trees, with their tall canopies and vibrant leaves, were the only refuge where she allowed herself to think without being watched. What Seraphis had said echoed in her mind like an ancient spell repeated countless times. He wanted redemption. He believed there was something beyond the darkness that consumed him, something only she could help him reach. But was that truly possible?