After taking the form of a cursed fairy, Leon silently closed the distance between himself and Kiren. Step by step, he fell into rhythm with her.
Kiren's eyes flicked toward him for the briefest second, cold and unreadable, before she turned her attention back to the parasite tree ahead. She didn't say a word and continued to walk.
Leon released a long breath, as if the simple act of walking beside her without being torn apart was already a miracle.
'I thought she recognised me.' He thought with a serious expression.
"Threads…" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Thin strands of mana spun out from his head, invisible to the naked eye, weaving their way into the red glowing soul stone resting in his pocket. With a subtle tug, the stone began to rise. Slowly, it floated upward, hovering just above Kiren's head. Its faint light brushed past her hair like a fleeting spark.
'One… two… three—' Leon started counting seconds but,
Thud!
