Chapter 255: The Costumes

Fanir's big eyes twinkled as he sat beneath the ancient silver tree, its shimmering leaves dappled a glow over his pristine white feathers.

The gryphon's majestic form was both regal and stunning, his burning yellow eyes reflected the passage of centuries spent in solitude without his goddess. 

His lion-like hindquarters were tucked gracefully beneath him, while his eagle talons rested lightly on the ground. 

Today, the air was charged with something different—a ripple of familiarity, a thread of hope. Fanir's sharp ears twitched, catching the faint sound of approaching footsteps. He lifted his noble head, his gaze snapping toward the sound. His heart, unyielding, trembled when he turned his head and found Asara. 

Asara sprinted forward in her white pristine gown. Her violet eyes shimmered in delight as they swivelled towards Fanir. The moment her gaze met Fanir's, time seemed to collapse.