But in her eyes, there was an unprecedented calmness and relief, as if she had laid down a heavy burden of a thousand pounds.
She quietly looked at Lanci, her lips curling into a faint, nearly imperceptible smile, as if greeting a long-lost old friend.
Gradually, the rain began to weaken.
The howling wind ceased, and the raindrops became sparse.
They fell gently on the ground, making a soft rustling sound.
Above the ruins of the Demon World of Poseen, although still dim, dawn was about to break.
"You really are here."
Enon looked at the brown-haired, green-eyed figure and said.
"I guessed you might come looking for me."
Lanci sighed and shook his head.
If it were the Bishop of Destruction Ivanos, she would have likely run away.
After all, staying in Floral City Pariel would do her no good.
But if it were the current Ivanos, she might make choices she wouldn't have considered before.