Chapter 35 A Scythe Forged In Blood & Soul

• Morning light filtered through the lace curtains, painting golden patterns across Lux's sleeping face. A soft smile played on her lips as she giggled in her sleep—a sound so carefree it made Belle pause in the doorway, her hand frozen on the doorknob.
• She hasn't laughed like that since... since before.
• In her dreamscape, Lux sat amidst an endless sea of crimson Moonlight flowers, their petals brushing against her bare ankles. The scent of rain-kissed blossoms filled the air as a familiar silhouette emerged from the haze.