Made lighter by the reunion and Luna's care, Adam left the ruined city, his fingers interlocked with hers.
As stories accompanied their steps in the demon realm, across the universe, in one of the rare realms hidden from the prying gaze of gods and demons, two siblings rushed down a broad street.
Their silver hair fluttered in the soft wind as they moved among the pedestrians headed toward the grand palace in the distance. There were so many that temples and draconic statues, imposing on other days, turned unremarkable compared to the mass of colorful togas, hair, and horns.
The girl, now ten years old, halted once the crowd became too dense for her to continue. Her fox's ears perked up as she glanced far behind with her brother, then waved her hand. Voice drowned by surrounding whispers, she still called out. "Hurry, papa, uncle! We don't want to be stuck behind these tall adults once the ceremony begins!"
