The entire church erupted in laughter. Phones were out. This moment would go viral.
I reached the altar. Lando kept his head down. When I finally forced myself to look at him, something strange happened. For a split second, our eyes met beneath the tangled hair and soot.
Those eyes… they weren’t broken. They were sharp. Calm. Burning with something ancient and powerful.
The priest began the ceremony, his voice echoing through the vast space. Julian’s laughter rang louder than the organ music.
“Do you, Clara Valderama, take this man—”
*The Explosion at the Altar**
Before the priest could finish, Lando slowly straightened up.
The trembling stopped.
