Silence enveloped Elysiel and Seraphis as they sat side by side at the edge of their makeshift camp deep in the underworld. The recent confrontation with Kaelyra lingered between them, bringing up confusing feelings of uncertainty and fear. Elysiel still felt shaken by the nightmares of the cataclysm, and Kaelyra's words about the supposed destructive fate of their union echoed in her mind, stirring doubts she preferred not to face. Yet, Seraphis's presence by her side, steady and unyielding, brought her a sense of comfort—a reminder that, no matter how complex it was, she was not alone.
They stayed close, both attuned to the silence surrounding them—a silence filled with everything they had yet to say to each other. Finally, Seraphis broke the quiet, his voice both deep and gentle.
— This place has always been all I've known, Elysiel, but it has never felt like home, — he confessed, his eyes fixed on the shadows around them as if observing something invisible.