Chapter 219 The Lycan King's Treasured Luna

• Sargis’s POV
• I sat beside her, watching the auroras fold and unfurl, as if the heavens themselves were alive, their colors spilling like molten ink across the tapestry of stars. The sky burned with hues no mortal painter could capture, violets melting into emerald, gold bleeding into sapphire, yet all of it paled against the quiet wonder sitting next to me. She chewed on her banana with that little half-smile she always tried to hide, thinking I wouldn’t notice. But I noticed everything. Always.
• And gods help me, I couldn’t look away. Not from the sky, or from the rivers of fire winding through the dark. Only from her. Always her.