The Reunion

Beneath the vast galaxy, now completely swallowed by darkness, only the stars remained, twinkling like scattered diamonds on a jeweler's cloth. The occasional flicker of a meteor darted across the it, like a brushstroke of light on an endless void.

Below, in a desolate alleyway, the tension was as thick as the shadows that clung to the crumbling walls. The triplet sisters stood poised, their bodies coiled like springs ready to snap. The second and third sisters anchored themselves on Nyxander's left, their hideout looming like a watchful sentinel behind them, while the eldest sister flanked his right, the alleyway stretching out behind her like an escape route they all knew wouldn't be used.

And there stood Nyxander, calm and unbothered, as if the whole world had slowed to match his heartbeat. His arms hung lazily at his sides, his posture relaxed, as though he were merely enjoying the cool breath of the night.