And so, the realization that Arventia Online was not the true Arventia—that it was merely a reflection of history rather than the living world itself—seemed to ease something tight within Amaras's chest. The hollow despair that had lingered in her crimson eyes gradually softened.
For the first time since her arrival, she did not look entirely defeated.
"Either way," Claire said gently, leaning against a nearby chair with a small smile, "are you feeling a little better now?"
"A little." Amaras nodded and lifted the cola can for another sip.
Then her eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint spark of mischief returned to her expression. "But tell me this," she added in a lighter tone, "now that you understand everything, are you not afraid I might change my mind and devour your existence completely?"
"What?" Claire placed a hand over her chest in exaggerated shock. "So you actually want to become a Noctifelis after all?"
"Haha, nah." Amaras let out a short laugh, shaking her head.
