Chapter 339 No Return Options
Sanctum Aristeia, Second Hall
A few days after the Pact of Last Will
The world remained silent, ensnared by darkness. Black Sun enveloped the sky, swallowing every hope. Yet within Aristeia, a faint glimmer of hope flickered, gently piercing the darkness with warmth and promise.
Sheena stood on the highest balcony, surrounded by the biting cold of the valley. The breeze carried the fresh scent of foliage and magic from the Pact made below her, where Saint Maria and the other Saints trained the young warriors and remaining refugees.
But Sheena's thoughts were far away, ensnared in a labyrinth of memories and longing. Her mind was anchored to someone she could no longer reach.
"Fitran."
Saint Maria approached, her gown whispering softly against the radiant crystal floor. She looked at Sheena, who appeared lost in silence, her gaze distant, staring at the horizon tangled in the dark swirls of the Black Sun.
"You keep looking over there, to a past you can no longer grasp," Maria spoke gently, her voice touching the soul.
Sheena lowered her gaze, staring at the lattice pattern on the floor beneath her feet. "I know. But my heart..."
"Fitran Fate." Maria spoke that name with the wisdom of someone who has long held a secret, a fate intertwined with cosmic will.
Sheena closed her eyes, feeling her heart tremble. "But no longer intertwined with mine."