The group began to make their way back, the quiet canyon now a testament to their victory. The air was still, the beasts having retreated at Lyon's command.
Lyon caught Lyra's gaze and gave a reassuring nod. "Don't worry, Lyra. We'll make sure everything is under control. You've seen what we're capable of."
Lyra nodded slowly, her respect for Lyon deepening. "I believe it now. You're truly remarkable, Lyon. I can see why you're so highly regarded."
"By whom?" Lyon raised his eyebrows in genuine curiosity.
"Yuri," Lyra replied with a smile.
"Hmm...?" Lyon's eyebrows remained raised, clearly puzzled. Assid then spoke over his shoulder, "It's the descendant of the Black Kirin Clan, Your Excell— Young master."
"Oh, yes, yes," Lyon said, letting out a slight chuckle. "That guy, man, I did him dirty back then."
"Hmm?" Lyra's curiosity was piqued, and she smiled in anticipation. "It seems like the rumor is true, then."
