Xiran had returned after visiting Aselia, and not only was he in high spirits but also ecstatic. He hadn't imagined that he would have an actual conversation with her. He had only dreamt of seeing her from a distance.
Her sleeping pristine face was still fresh in his mind when he was about to leave and he had opened his wings and covered her with them. The peace on her face was priceless when she snuggled with them.
Although his heart was content it was restless at the same time, he wanted to hold her in his arms again as soon as possible.
Xiran smiled and opened the door to Mazitine's conference room. It was bustling with activity. Everyone he needed had arrived, he entered and closed the door behind him before facing them. A hushed silence fell over the room as all eyes darted towards him.
He stood with his hands in his pockets and a face which reflected sheer determination.
