Seraphina stood next to Lilith, her hands lightly folded behind her back. Calm, collected. Not saying anything, but clearly watching.
Isabella leaned against the railing like she owned it, popping a candy into her mouth without a care in the world.
Liliana gave a small nod toward Ethan.
Not a dramatic one, just a simple, solid one that said everything that needed to be said.
It said everything.
The gate opened with a soft chime.
No one looked back.
Ethan didn't either.
The boarding corridor stretched ahead, glowing with a faint white light. Clean. Bright. The walls gave off that soft scent of sterilized tech—ozone and pressurized filters—usually only found in top-tier launch hubs. It wasn't loud. It didn't feel like a spotlight. It just felt… serious.
The ship waiting at the end was compact and streamlined. Not oversized. Not flashy. Just efficient and expensive in a way only people with real pull could get their hands on.
