Luckily, after getting rid of Thaymos and the destruction of the Black Tide, there had been just a few skirmishes that required Orion's direct intervention. As long as he didn't use magic, the pain disappeared and his mana core reverted to its dormant state.
"Are you sure that you don't want us to stay and keep you company, Dad?" Friya asked before leaving the quarantine room in Valeron.
She and Quylla were free to go after a routine check-up thanks to darkness fusion cleansing their system from any lingering pathogens whereas Orion was just a fake mage. At least on paper.
"I'm sure, my Little Rainbow." He caressed her hair covered in seven elemental streaks that she no longer needed to hide from the world. "Go to your mother. She's been alone for all this time and I'm worried sick about her."
"Because she's pregnant, moody, and someone could take advantage of her state?" Quylla asked.
