Somewhere in the multiverse…
A red-headed Half-Elf looked at his sleeping daughter with a calm expression.
But deep inside, a raging storm brewed..
When Maple and Cinnamon had returned carrying Stella, who had seemed only a step away from dying, he hadn't hesitated to use his powers to heal her.
He had succeeded and ensured that her life would no longer be in any danger.
And yet, she had still not woken up.
Since that day, the Half-Elf had stayed by his daughter's side, holding her hand and waiting for her to open her eyes.
The only time he left her side was when his wives forced him to rest by swapping places with him to watch over the young lady, who slept peacefully.
None of them knew when she was going to wake up. He even used his Dream Walking ability, but only saw darkness inside her head.
Stella wasn't dreaming.
There was no way for the Half-Elf to rouse her from her sleep, the thought of which made him feel depressed.
