The divine realm shook.
Not metaphorically—actually, shook.
Arietta's pristine divine palace trembled under her feet, glyphs across the ceiling flickering in panic.
She appeared with a whoosh.
Her usually calm face was pale, her wings half-spread, and her fingers were clutching at the hem of her gown as if it could anchor her to reality.
"No… No, no, no, no…" She whispered to herself, her fists clenched as she stared down at Lia, able to sense everything the girl could through her. "I—I can't do anything to help him. I can't do—"
She whirled on the group.
"Go."
"What?" Selena's brows lifted.
"I said go!" Arietta's voice cracked, panic bleeding through her usual tone. "You are the only ones who can even do anything. So, go!"
"Yes, so send—" Clara nodded, but before she could complete her words—
"NOW!"
Golden light exploded beneath them before anyone could argue, and the divine realm dissolved.
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The first thing they heard was the wind.
