Kazmun stilled as his fingers touched her.
'What is happening with her?'
The underground chambers were relatively warm because of their depth, and the magical fire he manifested emitted more than enough heat.
A flicker of shadow passed over his gaze.
With a low frustrated sigh, Kazmun moved his hand to the side of her face, fingers firm against the unnaturally cold skin as the soft glow of his mana flickered and spread, seeping into her, a soft enchanting blue.
And his mind was drawn elsewhere―to the vast emptiness that lingered within her, the void that always seemed as if…
'Why are you always breaking apart?'
Alyssane woke up with a gasp.
Her breaths ragged as her gaze met his, startled, and uncertain. Kazmun drew his hand back, and she blinked a few times, taking a moment before she seemed to fully realize where she was.
