Sylvaris's eyes swept hungrily over the swarm of monsters; each one seemed stronger than the last. Their levels were a chaotic mess, a storm of power he could feel pressing against him, yet none of it came close to his own. In his gaze, they were nothing but weaklings, and still, their sheer numbers were enough to make the entire city tremble.
"I'm heading out. Protect the city, hide if you must. I don't care how you do it, just survive." Sylvaris pulled Isselyne into his arms, and with a soft breath, pressed his lips against hers. Their mouths parted with a wet—slllckhh—tongues brushing for a fleeting moment, saliva clinging as though it wanted to keep them bound together even as he pulled away. And then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone, vanishing like the wind.
