Dark Continent >> Dark Elves
For a month, Emilia found herself surrounded by corpses that brought a disgusting rotten smell, trees that gave her back some respite and minute comfort, and darkness that made her feel incomplete.
The only thing that kept her going was the occasional beating of Asher's heart and everything else was meaningless.
The lustre she once had in her beautiful amethyst eyes was gone, replaced by pools of despair and a tiny strand of hope that could be extinguished at any moment.
She sat with her back against a tree, her head hung low, and her hands placed on Asher's bare chest to closely feel his life signs.
At the first moments, she briefly remembered how Asher was quite protective about his bare skin and private things like his... ding dong... back in his childhood.
She found it funny and often teased him about it until Cashel started to take on the same behavior.
