The feast that Elisa organized to celebrate Serian's return was unlike anything Nox had experienced since the merge transformed the world into a landscape of constant danger and scarcity. The great hall of the Sanctuary had been decorated with banners bearing the crest of the House of Dawn, silver moons on fields of deep blue, and the tables groaned under the weight of food that seemed almost obscene after months of eating whatever they could scavenge or hunt along the road.
