Amara POV
As Selene leads me out of the chamber, a sense of weariness settles upon my shoulders like a heavy cloak. The emotional tumult of the first trial still lingers within me, its echoes reverberating through every fiber of my being. Yet, there is also a profound sense of accomplishment, a quiet strength that steadies my steps even as I long for a moment of respite.
Silent and lost in my thoughts, I follow Selene until we arrive at a doorway adorned with intricate carvings of moons and stars, and I realize we've arrived at my room. She gestures for me to enter, and I step into a bedroom bathed in soft, silvery light. The room feels like a sanctuary, its atmosphere calming and cocooning.
"Rest here, Amara," Selene says kindly, her voice a soothing melody in the quietude of the room
