Two weeks had passed since they pushed back The Shadow's tsunami. Dream flowers bloomed again in Nightbloom's night sky. Gold, silver-white, blue-violet—hundreds of luminous flowers swayed gently, looking down upon the town. Since that black fog had retreated to the deepest part, the Garden had regained peace on the surface. But the flowers' voices still whispered anxiously from time to time. Celeste heard all of it. The two of them climbed slowly up the stone-paved slope leading to the Flower Guardian Academy. The morning air was slightly cold, and thin wisps of smoke rose from distant rooftops. Elian was beside her. Black hair with red mesh caught the morning light, the edge of his hood swaying slightly in the wind. The black tattoo beneath his left eye rested quietly on his profile. They didn't talk much. But that was fine—or rather, Celeste already knew that was just how he was. In the previous arc, they'd walked side by side through the Garden countless times, protecting eac