Ren was again carrying Larissa, who remained unconscious from extreme magical exhaustion. Her breathing was stable but her face remained pale, showing consequences of having forced her abilities beyond the limit.
The weight in his arms was not only physical but also emotional… carrying someone who had risked any safety to help him, whose sacrifice had made the difference between success and failure.
"Are you sure it will be safe?" Liora asked, looking toward the horizon where occasional flashes from the aerial battle could still be seen.
Julius smiled with confidence.
"My father may seem casual," he admitted, "but he's not stupid and won't be defeated. It's... complicated to explain, but he has ways of handling situations others would consider impossible."
The certainty in his voice carried a childhood of experiences watching the impossible become routine when Dragarion was involved.
Luna, who was still processing everything she had witnessed, asked…
