Astrelya hovered in the air. Her expression was one of pure, untainted bliss. The blush on her face akin to a young maiden experiencing her first love.
Despite the ghastly wound on her chest, she closed her eyes to savour this emotion.
The rivers of time have long since frozen her heart. No pleasure stirred her, no pain moved her.
Her world dulled to a grey.
She lost everything that gave her world colour.
But now, the passion, the possibilities, have thawed this cage of apathy that had entombed her soul. Once more, she could feel life in her veins.
A spark, a heartbeat.
Finally, she's obtained a new target for her affection.
Across from her, Alice stood still, frowning.
The realm that Astrelya had constructed, one of starlight and the stellar sea was collapsing around them. Through the gaps, they could now see the fortress of Zhenha.
