They turned toward the source of the voice, and there — walking toward them with measured, steady steps — was Elder Caelum.
His silver cloak billowed softly in the breeze, and his sharp, piercing gaze fixed on Livia as he approached. There was no anger in his expression, only a solemn gravity that demanded attention.
"Elder Caelum," Livia greeted, bowing her head slightly. "We were just—"
"I know," he interrupted gently but firmly. "And it's enough for now."
Livia straightened, her pulse still steady from the training. "Is something wrong?" she asked, trying to read his unreadable expression.
"No," Caelum replied, coming to a stop a few steps away. "Quite the opposite, in fact. I came to deliver the news."
Florita exchanged a brief glance with Livia before the Elder continued, his voice carrying a weight that made the air feel heavier.
