As the candidates emptied the grand arena and returned to their leaders and elders, Adyr beat his wings and rose toward Collossith's crown at an unhurried pace.
The moment his boots touched the Rank 4 Spark's hardened hide, Mirela ran to him, worry bright in her colorful eyes as she checked every part of his body for harm. At last her colorful eyes locked on his dark gaze; she framed his head in both hands and searched the depths. "Do you feel well? You did what you had to do, okay? Whatever choice you make, I will always support you, okay?"
Her voice and look carried the fierce, unwavering care of a mother standing beside a child who has gone astray yet remains hers to protect.
"I'm fine. Thank you." Adyr kept his tone even to match her state.
Adyr had expected recoil after they watched him kill so many with a cold, steady face, but now Mirela's response forced a revision in his calculations.
