The next morning dawned clear and deceptively peaceful over the Celestial Realm. Golden light spilled across the training grounds like warm honey, catching on the edges of floating platforms and turning the air itself into something almost gentle. But Adam knew better. Peace was always temporary these days.
He stood on the high observation balcony with Joshua at his side, both of them leaning against the marble railing in comfortable silence. Below, Jordan was already putting the kids through their paces. Eon moved at the center of it all, his small frame carrying a new kind of focus. The others orbited him—Mira's light weaving through the air, Kairn's raw strikes testing boundaries, Leo calling out patterns, Lena steadying the flow. They were starting to look like a unit.
