The warmth that seeped into the heart came from the small hand behind, flowing to the limbs and bones.
Like the warm spring breeze, or the winter sunshine—these unattainable luxuries spoken of only in tales in the Western Border, seemed to be bathing him now.
Acceptance, empathy, care—these beauties never experienced in a long life, dared not hoped for, were continuously given by that small hand.
Though he knew it was merely an illusion brought by the other's Magic Power, he couldn't help but want to immerse himself in it.
A tangle of thoughts, piercing heartache, at this moment, melted away like snow in the sun under this warmth, leaving behind a peace and tranquility never possessed.
For a long time, when the Winged People Clan Leader almost believed it was all a dream, that soft hand suddenly left his back. A sense of loss surged in his heart, waking him up instantly.
"…It's done, open your eyes."
