As Lyerin stood atop the towering statue, watching the live broadcast of the Battle of Races displayed vividly in the sky, showing creatures from different worlds fighting for survival.
His gaze remained fixed on the colossal screen above, his mind racing with thoughts about the ongoing cosmic game they had been thrust into.
He was deep in thought, plotting his next move when he felt a presence behind him.
There was a soft rustle of leaves, barely audible, and a slight warmth at his back.
He smirked.
He knew who it was before she even touched him.
Corora.
She hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against his back. But, after gathering the courage, she climbed onto his shoulder, her lithe body fitting snugly next to him like a child seeking comfort.
He could feel her warmth, her familiar scent lingering in the air around them.
Lyerin tilted his head ever so slightly, his smirk widening.
