章 1237: Warmth

Raising her delicate arms to one side, Amphorae rested the back of her head to Dyon's chest before raising the golden flute to her lips.

In the next moment, the music of a goddess filled the mystical world…

Dyon felt as though all of his fatigue, all of his hidden injuries, all of his worries… Were washed away in an existence.

In an instant of calm, Dyon breathed in Amphorae's delicate fragrance… He was overwhelmed by a gentle honey smell, filling his body with warmth.

Dyon felt his mental energy replenishing quickly. Years of constant attempts at breaking into the master realm of runic vein theory had whittled him down more than even he knew. Combined with the lack of appropriate food and Dyon's body was in a far worse situation than he wanted to admit.

He didn't even realize when he suddenly fell into a deep sleep. Although his back was as straight as a spear and he never once let his grip on Amphorae go, his mind had fallen into a deep state of unconsciousness.