I tried to wave off the gratitude with casual dismissal, but my hand barely managed to lift a few inches before falling back to my side. The toll of using Mythweaver at such an intensive level was significant, but not quite enough to render me unconscious. Just thoroughly drained in ways that went beyond simple physical fatigue.
"Arthur," Valen said, his voice thick with emotion as he turned toward me while still keeping one arm around Rin's shoulders. "I owe you a debt that can never be repaid. What you've done here... it's beyond miraculous. It's impossible made real."
The King of the Western Continent—the man I had fought to a standstill just hours earlier—looked at me with something approaching reverence. His usual stoic composure had been completely shattered by the return of his daughter, leaving behind only a father overwhelmed by joy and gratitude.
"You don't owe me anything," I managed to say, my voice hoarse but steady. "Rin deserved to be saved. She always did."
