In Garuda City.
Lyon had his back against luscious greens as the gentle mother of the blue sky peeked from hollow clouds to bask his face. The fragrance from the nearby flower beds danced inside his nostrils as his heartbeat beat slower than it used to. His hair slightly fluttered and his ears picked up chirping birds as they stroked the sky.
He put his palm against the sun and saw the light narrowing between his fingers— particularly his two thin wedding rings stacked on top of one another.
"Selena, Cecile, and then Maria," he muttered before burying his fingers against his palm as if he was trying to collect the blazing fire of the sun itself. "Hah~" he sighed before joining his hand back together behind his head.
(This world seemed to be more complicated than I thought it would be, I thought that I would have a demon lord to slay or something, but it seems like, I'm in a part of something greater than I thought it would be)
