"Thank you… for choosing to be with me," he said softly.
Both of them blinked, startled by the sudden shift in his tone.
"Master? What is this all about? Are you okay?" Linda asked, tilting her head. "Why… why are there tears in your eyes?"
"Is something wrong, Master?" Celia added gently.
Nolan raised a hand in surprise, brushing at his cheek. Wetness clung to his skin. He let out a small, shaky laugh.
"Oh… tears?" He wiped them quickly. "I didn't even realize."
The tears shimmered under the crystal glow, but they weren't of sorrow—they were tears of joy.
Celia, and Linda fell asleep, exhausted, lying on the glowing crystal ground of the dungeon. Nolan sat near them, watching as they rested, thinking about how much stronger they had become. Yet one thought refused to leave his mind.
Lyra said my true S-Rank ability is Time Manipulation. Everything else—even flight—is secondary. But how?
