Two years later
Two years. It's been two years since that chaotic day when everything seemed to be falling apart, only to be stitched back together, even stronger. Time has a funny way of passing both slowly and swiftly, like a river that rushes over jagged rocks, yet pools gently in calmer stretches.
Aurelia's rise to the position of Demon Soldiers' Captain was one of those moments that felt like a rapid current.
She had earned her place through sheer determination and strength, and the ceremony was grand—demon banners unfurling, fire dancing in the sky. I remember the cheers as she ascended the dais, her muscular form a stark silhouette against the infernal light.
I stood beside Seraphine, her hand gripping mine as we watched her sister, now a figure of authority, receive the respect and loyalty of the troops.