When you entertain the possibility of love, or something that might be love, a dream begins.
And the fruits of that dream are shyness, excitement, and a strange, inexplicable anticipation.
This was the truth Isilra discovered in her heart moments after agreeing to the alliance. And with it, a name took root there: Orion Stoneheart. Her fiancé. For politics.
And yet, just as a faint flutter began in her chest, the chorus of demonic roars from beyond Staghelm City's walls and the demigod-wrought storms raging across the sky ripped the fragile dream to shreds.
In the face of annihilation, what the hell was a crush?
"Do not worry. Our allies are on their way."
The Moonwell demigod's voice washed over Isilra, soothing the edges of her panic.
"Mother, are you sure they're coming?" Isilra asked, her voice small. "Will… will Orion be with them?"
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The Abyss, Third Level.
Here, there was only darkness, a howling wind thick with Abyssal energy, and the stench of rot and death.
