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“Yes, I truly am a god,” came Lumosa's calm, almost teasing reply.

Cleo froze, her breath catching. Telepathy? She knew that only familiars could project thoughts like that—or so she’d previously thought. Before she could recover, the unicorns erupted into a chorus of excited chatter.

"Hmm? Is the little dog being silly, Lumosa?" One of the unicorns piped up, its voice filled with childlike wonder.

"Can you help us make the little dog forget her troubles? She won't play with us!" Another said.

Technically three characters here but oh well lol I couldn't help but add the third one :laughing:

“Y’know... Claude,” Khrom slurred, gesturing loosely in his direction, “you’re... you seem like a good guy. Really. B-but... why didn’t Oriana... why didn’t she pick a demon b-boy, huh?”

He blinked slowly, as if confused by his own words. “I mean... you’re not bad or nothin’... just... demons, y’know? Strong... big... fierce-lookin’?”

He leaned back further in his chair, his head rolling to the side as he tried to focus. “S'pose humans... aren’t so bad. Just... squishy...” He hiccupped again, rubbing his belly. “Kinda like... bread.”

His words hadn’t been meant maliciously—Claude knew that.

Khrom wasn’t bullying him, and if anything, it seemed to be more of a drunk man’s curiosity about his daughter’s choice.

But Oriana hadn’t been around to hear their exchange earlier.

All she’d heard was her father’s slurred question, and she assumed the worst: that her father was criticizing Claude, just as fathers sometimes do with their daughters' partners.

Claude simply sipped his wine, trying not to look uncomfortable. He wasn’t familiar with Khrom, and this entire situation was new territory for him.

Kimora, ever the calm one, reached out to Oriana, her hand sliding across the table to hold her daughter’s.

“Sweetie, don’t cry. He didn’t mean it,” Kimora said softly, her voice as sweet as honey as she comforted Oriana. She gave her daughter’s hand a squeeze, her eyes full of understanding.

They technically aren't talking to each other here but it was a great scene (at least, imo)

The night was heavy with an eerie stillness as Isolde flew through the cold, bitter winds, clutching Sinia's broken body to her chest.

The once-proud demoness was a mere shell of herself now, her skin marred by the fierce burns Zephyr had inflicted upon her.

Though her face had begun to heal, her body remained ravaged, barely able to move.

"Let me go, Isolde! I refuse to return to our lord empty-handed!" Sinia's voice was sharp, laced with anger and desperation. She struggled weakly in Isolde's arms, the pain of her injuries evident in every word.

Isolde's grip remained firm as she carried Sinia, her wings beating steadily through the thickening mist.

"You need to rest, Sinia. You're in no condition to fight," she said calmly, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon where the demon gate awaited them.

I really miss these two...some of my favorite villains from this novel :broken_heart:

Chapter 1 part 1

“Elly come come my dear,for you are missing the best part of the festival!” Toll keeper exclaimed with the same impatience of a small child waiting to go to various toy stores.
“You’re like a child.” Elyn chuckled slightly opening her eyes looking at the figure next to her.
“ Hmm well I am quite young truthfully.”
“ Of course.” Elyn replied with a tiny smirk.
“ Oh don’t forget we have to guide the orbs along Famuria.” said the Toll Keeper


I raised an eyebrow. My grip tightened, and he winced in pain. “Enlighten me.”

“I was never interested in her. Amethyst was never special to me. In fact, I despise her,” he admitted, his voice dripping with amusement. “She was just a mask. A tool to get close to you.”

Miguel - What’s your name captain? In which division do you serve?

Captain - Ha?

Miguel - On your efforts, on how hard you are trying to make a justifying story. By the way, your dress it looks like you’ve served in the Arga Military. So, it's hard to believe in your story.

Captain - What?

Miguel - The nations of the world have fallen, the military structure is demolished, whatever ranks you hold doesn’t matter anymore. And if this asset is this dangerous if it falls in wrong hands, how can we say that your hands are the safest. These people know nothing about any vessel, and even if they do, they won’t ever be telling you, because we know that it’s our hand in which it will be safe and not in some petty criminals acting as soldiers.

Everyone in the camp - Yeah right……….go away…………we won’t be giving you that.

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“Help him heal, my love.” Ethel knelt down beside the lovely magess. “But I feel he knows more about those things... and what really goes on in this forest.”

“So it could be, but I doubt if we can ever communicate with him well enough.” Genève nodded. “We should take him with us to the Keeper of the Scrolls. Maybe she could tell us more.”

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She stepped closer, the scent of jasmine and stage sweat sharp between them. “You think locking yourself in her ghost’s embrace honors her? It mocks her. And me.”

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Ugh, I can explain, if you’d just let me," Ilyas countered, rising from his throne slowly. "I swear, I’m on your side.."
Callaias eyes flashed with incredulity. "You put on a good facade. Yet I see nothing but the mirage of a monster."