Both of them fell silent. Northern cast a rigid glare into the forest, his eyes betraying a hint of emotion.
Something rose in his chest—strange feelings he couldn't comprehend. A thousand questions raced through his mind in the span of a minute, questioning why these emotions stirred within him.
Unable to find a satisfactory answer, he kept his gaze locked on the target ahead, staring with fierce intensity.
Then he stood, stretching his arms. Roma glanced up as he spoke.
"It's approaching, so I'll intercept while you continue forward. Don't worry about me—just keep moving."
She hesitated, looking down before speaking.
"Um. Wouldn't it be better if I wait? So I don't go too far?"
Northern's eyes lost focus for a fleeting moment before he shook his head.
