The human world smelled wrong.Too loud.Too bright.Too alive.Seraphine walked beside him through a narrow city street glowing with neon lights and humming cars. Humans moved around them in hurried clusters, laughing, talking, arguing, completely unaware that the fate of their entire world was cracking apart above their heads.She had not walked among them since Lucien died.Every sound felt like a memory trying to claw its way back into her chest.“You’re distracted,” he said quietly.His voice always carried that strange weight — like the world itself leaned closer to listen when he spoke.“I’m not,” Seraphine replied.“You are.”She stopped walking.“So what if I am?”People brushed past them on the sidewalk. No one noticed the tension in the air. No one felt the pressure building like a storm about to break.“You brought me here,” she continued coldly. “You insisted the Ancients would follow.”“They will.”“Then why haven’t they?”He didn’t answer immediately.Instead, his eyes
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