Chapitre 555: A Realm Reborn

"Why did he have to leave?" I whined, the question echoing for the tenth time that night.

"He only said it was important, remember?" R'lissea's response remained patient, though a slight strain in her voice betrayed her growing weariness with my incessant questioning. "It's best to let him handle it and ask when he returns."

Fyren had departed an hour ago, vanishing into the twilight after exchanging a few final words. I had risen to embrace him, pleading once more for his swift return, before collapsing beside R'lissea again. Elise already occupied the coveted spot against his warm, furry stomach, so we snuggled together in front of the fire, our backs pressed against his flank. 

"It'll be fine, Xiviyah; there's no need to worry," Luke said, his gaze steady and unwavering. He hadn't looked away from me once, and it was starting to warm my cheeks. "Even with Fyren gone, nothing has changed. I won't allow anyone – god, mortal, or demon – to attack you."