The airship touched down smoothly on the landing pad in front of the castle, its engines humming softly to a halt.
As the hatch slowly slid open, Rory stepped out.
Standing by the castle gates, Dax's eyes had been glued to the airship from the exact moment it appeared. The second Rory's figure came into view, his narrow, fox-like eyes instantly lit up.
Watching her walk toward him step by step, he subconsciously adjusted his clothes. His fingertips were trembling with sheer nervousness.
As Rory drew closer, Dax opened his mouth excitedly, wanting to be the first to speak. But the moment her clear eyes met his, it felt as though something was lodged in his throat, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.
Rory walked over and noticed Dax staring at her. Stopping in her tracks, she took the initiative to speak.
"Dax, it's been a long time. Are you here for something?"
