"Savannah... stop."Grayson's voice was barely more than a whisper. Yet it carried through the silver-lit passage as though the Temple itself refused to let it be lost.Savannah froze, not because she had been ordered to. Because she knew that voice. Her eyes filled before she even turned around. For a heartbeat, the mountain disappeared.The shifting walls.The glowing stone.The endless danger.None of it mattered.She turned slowly.Grayson stood twenty paces away, dust covered his black clothes. Fresh cuts marked his forearms. His sword remained in one hand, though its point rested harmlessly against the stone. He looked exhausted but alive.And looking at her as though he couldn't quite believe she was standing there, neither of them moved. They had already lived through one reunion after fifteen years of exile. This wasn't that, this was different. Only hours ago, the Temple had torn them apart.Since then, she had met the First Mother and Ardyn. He had found Noah. Both of them
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