"Hero Kael…"
Aurelia, after considering every single thing, finally looked up into Kael's eyes and—
"We need to talk."
She spoke in a low, hesitant tone, different from her usual voice that oozed with confidence.
And Kael…
He just looked back at her and—
"…do we?"
He asked without any change in his expression.
For a moment, there was silence.
The air around them was still burning, smoke coiled upward like dying spirits, and the battlefield—once filled with screams—had gone… quiet. Only the crackling of fire and low growls of beasts remained.
And high in the air, together with his children, Kael stood motionless, his sword still in hand, and it didn't look like he had any intention of sheathing it.
Below, on the ground, together with Vaya, stood Aurelia, her pale face half-lit by the glow of the flames, making the grim on her face look even clearer.
The woman clenched her fists when she saw Kael looking at her with those eyes—she felt frustration, anger, and… guilt.
