Morning in Arkveil was a lie.
The sun rose like normal, birds chirped as if nothing was wrong — but the city was cracked glass beneath it all. Every step echoed with ghosts. Every street remembered pain.
Kai walked through the ruins alone, cloak dusted with ash.
Yuri and Astra had set up camp on the eastern wing — what was once a coliseum, now just jagged stone and broken seats.
He could hear them before he saw them.
Astra was laughing.
Yuri wasn't.
"He's finally here," Yuri said, arms crossed, voice cold. "Took you long enough."
"Didn't know I was being timed," Kai replied.
Astra waved lazily, her legs draped over a broken statue.
"Don't mind her. She's mad you didn't write from the hell dimension."
Kai didn't smile.
"I wasn't sure I'd survive it."
Astra's grin faded.
Yuri's jaw clenched.
"Then you should've told us."
[System Prompt – Affection Shift Detected: Yuri – +4 | Astra – -2]