Capítulo 864: Journey to The Magic Tower (4)

Findir and Aisa walked after them, their voices low as they shared comments about the glade and its odd, peaceful magnificence. Findir's eyes flicked to the shifting constellations, his brows creased in thought, while Aisa motioned toward the fireflies, noting their odd luminescence and behavior. Their calm discussion lent an air of focus amidst the otherwise carefree atmosphere.

Orion and Luna trailed behind, their steps unhurried. Orion, ever the sentinel, scanned the horizon, her gaze occasionally drawn upward to the spiraling galaxies above. Luna, walking beside her, seemed utterly at peace, her expression soft as she let her fingers brush the glowing grass. Every so often, she would point out an unusual star or nebula, her voice filled with wonder, and even Orion allowed a faint smile to cross her lips at her companion's delight.