The night wore on.
The sky above the old city was so clear that every star shone bright and distinct.
The light from the lanterns they had made illuminated the square in a warm, golden glow, reflecting off the surface of the old fountain and casting an atmosphere that felt almost dreamlike.
A soft wind drifted by.
Carrying the scent of grass and wildflowers from the gardens in the distance.
The entity beside Aurelia moved gently.
Its thread of light pulsed steadily, attuned to a core filled with calm.
The units behind maintained their network.
For the first time in a very long while…
They thought nothing of danger.
Nothing of battles.
Nothing of the heavy past they carried.
Tonight was simply about savoring the moment.
Kael stood on the edge of the old fountain, raising both hands.
"With this,"
His gaze swept over them all.
"I officially declare the Festival of Light in the Old City open."
Ragnar clapped immediately.
Orion nodded.
"The event has commenced."
