The shimmering barriers that had confined the battlefield began to falter, cracks spreading like jagged lightning across their surface. With a final pulse of energy, the barriers shattered, dissipating into faint wisps of light.
From the corner of her eye, Seline caught a familiar figure rushing toward her. With his expression taut with concern, Morgan called out her name.
"Seline! Are you hurt?"
His gaze darted across her, scanning for injuries.
She shook her head, her breath steadying as she leaned slightly on her staff.
"I'm fine," she assured him softly.
But as Morgan started to pull back, she reached out, her trembling fingers clutching the edge of his cloak. Her eyes, usually sharp and composed, were filled with uncertainty.
"Morgan... Back then…"
He paused, his expression softening as he understood what she meant. Placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, he offered her a small, weary smile.
"It's okay..."
