Lumina turned toward her rear, while the others had already fixed their gazes on the source of the approaching presence. Through the swirling dust, a shadowy figure emerged, moving faster with every passing second. The dust parted gradually, revealing Nyxander's face as he dashed toward them, his figure becoming clearer with each step.
Lumina's tired lips slowly stretched into a smile, a warmth returning to her face despite the exhaustion weighing heavily on her body. Centric felt uncomfortable upon noticing Lumina's reaction, an unpleasant feeling stirring within him as he watched the change in her expression.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between them vanished. Nyxander now stood barely a foot away from Lumina, their gazes meeting as both smiled at each other, as though the chaos surrounding them had momentarily ceased to exist.
