POV: KaelionThe Grove was quiet in the way only peace could be. Not silent. Not still. But breathing. The silverleaf trees swayed gently, their branches humming with leyline magic. The altar glowed faintly, no longer cracked, no longer bleeding. Kaelion stood at the edge of the sanctuary, watching the sunrise paint the sky in flame.He had never imagined this version of himself. Not in war. Not in prophecy. Not even in dreams. He had been forged in battle, shaped by silence, tempered by loss. But now, he was something else. Something softer.Aria slept inside the Haven, the child curled against her chest. Luna had taken the morning to walk the Grove, her mark pulsing in rhythm with the ley lines. Sera and Lucien were already awake, tending to the runes and herbs. Kaelion remained outside, his blade sheathed, his hands empty. And for once, he didn’t feel the need to fight.He walked slowly through the Grove, his boots brushing moss, his breath syncing with the pulse beneath the soil.
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