Amidst the flickering embers that painted the sky, Astr reflected on the blazing inferno and the once-majestic form that crumbled like a distant hill.
Recalling the decisive strike that ended the Streamsteed's existence, he couldn't help but revel in the thrill of vanquishing a formidable enemy beneath the Nightmare Lord.
A surge of joy and excitement bubbled up from the depths of his being. Eager to rise, his body, however, protested with sharp, pervasive pain.
"Ouch!"
Astr's cry echoed, and he gently reclined, realizing his voice sounded hoarse, akin to emerging from a grave.
"Master, don't move..."
A soft murmur from the blue fairy accompanied her delicate efforts to tidy the disheveled quilt around Astr.
Inadvertently catching her eyes, Astr sensed a hint of fear and unease. A disconcerting thud resonated in his chest, prompting him to speak through the discomfort. "Mirror..."
