The three months of peace had transformed the Aldric house into something sacred. It was no longer merely a place to live, but a sanctuary filled with warmth, noise, and laughter that never quite faded.
Inside the living room, the atmosphere was unmistakably domestic. The coffee table was buried under scattered game pieces and stacks of colorful bills, while the air buzzed with playful hostility. They were playing monopoly.
Lyrien, once a chaos temple priestess whose words had commanded entire star systems, was currently locked in a fierce, unapologetic war over Boardwalk and Park Place.
Noah stepped out of his bedroom for the first time in weeks.
