"Three at once," Sol smiled with himself.
"Love, are you sure?" Ikaris asked again, standing with him on the outskirts of the encampment that was on standby for the rest of the day before they would continue toward the other obelisk, separating from the heroes who were going to begin their journey northward at the same time.
"It's about 50\50 honestly," Sol chuckled, watching her carefully check his armour again in preparation for sending him off.
"I admit that I love seeing your battles, your ruthlessness to me is one of your most attractive traits, as it was on Atla, but, I constantly worry that you will one day bite an arm that you are not ready to sever," Ikaris sighed and took a step away from him, standing next to Arla who was observing his sendoff. "The same as what happened with Saat," Ikaris added, causing the mage next to her to stare shocked.
