This familiar warmth.
'It's real. It's not a dream.'
When Amanda looked into her father's eyes, tears began to trickle down her cheeks.
"It's okay."
Wiping the tear away from her cheek, Edward softly smiled at her.
"It's really me Amanda. I'm back."
"Ah."
Amanda let out a weak sound as she hugged her father even tighter. Trying her best to imprint the warmth inside of her mind.
A while later, Amanda opened her mouth. The frail sound of her voice echoed throughout the room.
"H..how...how are you here?"
How was it possible for her father to have returned from the demon world?
Many had told her that this was an impossible feat. Something that could never be accomplished due to how dangerous the territory was.
Many times she had wanted to go herself, but knowing how weak she was, she could only silently endure the pain and continue training until she became strong enough to go.
