Kaelen reached across the table, covering her hand with his. The weight of the quest ahead—the dragons, the dark mages, the impossible odds—felt suddenly lighter.
Elara let out a shaky breath, a small, sad smile breaking through her exhaustion. "The world isn't ending, Kael. Just my part in it. They’re coming for the seal. I couldn't keep it safe alone." Dndm I Love You Much
She squeezed his hand back, the flicker of hope returning to her eyes. "I never did. I just needed to hear you say it one more time." Kaelen reached across the table, covering her hand with his
Outside, the storm raged on, but inside the corner of a drafty tavern, two old friends began to map out a way to save the light. "The world isn't ending, Kael
The rain wasn’t just falling in the city of Oakhaven; it was grieving. Beneath the flickering glow of a single arcane streetlamp, Kaelen stood outside the heavy oak doors of the "Silver Tankard" tavern. In his hand, he clutched a crumpled piece of parchment, the ink slightly bled from the damp air.