Veryon

Kiara's POV

Levitation was harder than it looked. I wobbled mid-air, nearly losing balance before Elena caught my wrist, steadying me with a smirk. "You're getting better," she teased. "Though I'd give it a few more years before you start showing off."

I rolled my eyes. "Very encouraging."

Elena just laughed, effortlessly floating beside me, but my mind had already started to drift. The moment I let my guard down, the thoughts crept back in—the weight of what I had been trying so hard to push away.

Veryon.

The way he had sacrificed himself for me. The way he had disappeared into that cursed portal. Every time I tried to forget, the pain resurfaced, sharper than before. I had been here, laughing, training, moving forward, but he was still trapped, lost somewhere beyond my reach.

A lump rose in my throat, and before I could stop it, the tears welled up.