"How are you, my child? I worried for you greatly yesterday. I sent Silas to find you the moment the incident occurred—seeing you wounded, bleeding…
"It's broke Gabriel and Nero. They wept, not just from sorrow and also from fury.
"They long to hold you—you know? They miss you deeply."
Valeska did not fathom why Aethereon Sov Goddess was cradling her within such a soothing embrace. The warmth was comforting—gentle, soft—as if lying upon clouds of the finest silk.
Aethereon brushed her hand through Valeska's hair, her movements light and delicate.
Valeska's brows furrowed. She had never been able to fully grasp Aethereon's cryptic words. As Silas, every divine phrase was too grand, too complex, often leaving her struggling to decipher their deeper meanings.
She asked curiously, her voice genuine. "Gabriel and Nero? Nero is my brother. Yet—who is Gabriel?"
