"I-I'm home..." Layn muttered as he pushed the doors to his house open. This simple action was what fully sapped the rest of the physical strenght that he had in himself.
Right in front of him, there was the bed. The promised land of the tired, the heaven for those needing the rest. And with only a few steps separating him from that land of crusade against the exhaustion, Lyan could feel the joy and anticipation filling his mind.
There was a problem, though. The worst kind of the last boss awaited right on the only path that he could take to reach that promised neverland.
"Why did you ignore today's meeting?" Irea asked, standing right on the path between Layn and his desired bed. Her arms were crossed on her chest while anxiety mixed with anger and disappointment on her face. Yet, before all those bottled-up emotions could erupt right in the archmage's face, Irea's expression mellowed down. "Wait, are you okay?"
