Celeste's POV
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Bloodoak Academy, 3:55 AM
I sat cross-legged in front of one of the main academic halls in the school. Azrael stood by a window to my right, watching intently as I began my silent incantation.
Between my hands was Atlas' golden bracelet. My magic wove through the carvings and the residues of his magic on it, tugging hard.
Then—like an invisible, never-ending thread it shot out alongside a trace of my consciousness, scouring through the very fabric of space-time. To locate him.
My brows creased as I struggled to keep my eyes sealed. A soft breeze blew into the hall, carrying strands of my hair over my face.
'Come on. Where are you, Atlas?'
Just when I thought I should give up, I felt something tug back at my magic and consciousness. My eyes widened, a bright silver light bursting out of me.
I sensed Azrael stir with unease but then he paused.
"... Atlas?" I whispered, overwhelming relief washing through me. "Is that really you?"
