Astron raised an eyebrow, his gray eyes narrowing slightly. "Dull? That's an interesting way to put it."
Irina crossed her legs, leaning back into her seat with an air of confidence. Her hazel eyes glinted with playful defiance as she regarded him. "Yes, dull," she replied, her tone carrying a hint of mock superiority. "You view the journey as nothing more than a chore—a hurdle to get past. That's the problem."
Astron tilted his head slightly, the faintest flicker of amusement crossing his face. "Is that so?"
"It is," Irina declared, gesturing toward the glowing runes on the cabin walls and the soft hum of mana-infused magic in the air. "You're so focused on reaching the destination that you're blind to the beauty of the journey itself. And that's where you're missing out."
