Damon glanced at the still-fading system panel one last time before dismissing it. No achievements. No world announcement. No cascade of rewards. A half win, he thought. Barely. Enough to matter and maybe even enough to tip the scales against those assholes if he played it right.
Meanwhile, the father and daughter pair were hugging each other and sobbing furiously. "When will I ever see you again, my dear little plum. Every time you walk away, it feels like I'm gambling with fate. This old man's heart can't handle it anymore. Why couldn't you select some idiot who is content with just staying in our palace?"
Alzara buried her face into his chest, tears soaking into his robes. "I am sorry, father. I couldn't control my heart. I don't want to leave you too. I promise I will come back often. I always will. I will miss you a lot too."
"You'd better. If you disappear for too long, I'll march this old body to wherever you are and drag you back by the ear myself."
