Chapitre 629: An Elf's Tale, Part 35

It was again the beginning of the end. The final visit, the final day reaching before she was returned to her Master's behest.

Tomorrow… tomorrow, there was only a single afternoon to be spent with Lenora remaining. Afterward, would begin again the long months of obeying, of fighting, and of killing without question, day after day without pause, without peace. All for the sake of unwavering loyalty.

Eshwlyn sat in her bedroom within the confines of the Hendrick Manor, the blazing orange hue of dusk pouring through the framed window and bathing her figure in the warm evening shadow.

Her sword laid in her lap, its once lustrous shine dulled by faded stains of gray. She slowly ran a damp cloth over its edge, her face revealing clearer on its surface with every swipe.

"Tomorrow…" Her murky reflection quietly muttered back at her. It was a contained eagerness that left with her whisper, and as well as a profound sadness harboring beneath.