The Palace of Ash buzzed with a lively, chaotic energy as the rest of the wives gathered — some in person, others joining through shimmering projections from their necklaces.
In the grand central hall, the in-person group lounged across luxurious cushions and floating seats. Sonna sat gracefully with her blue hair cascading down her back, quietly sipping tea.
Fay now leaned against a pillar, arms crossed.
Morgana lounged with a smile tugging at her lips, while Lucy swirled a glass of wine in her hand.
Rune sat cross-legged, reviewing a glowing scroll.
Luna and Elara chatted softly, with Layla joining in from time to time.
Persephone reclined nearby, her red heart-like eyes half-lidded as she absentmindedly traced patterns on the table with a finger, her black hair spilling over her shoulders.
And from the figures she was drawing with her divinity.... she was obviously missing Ash.
