Aira, on the other hand, had no intention of sitting on the ground and finding out how long her luck would last. The battlefield was chaos incarnate—screams, fire, collapsing bodies, and the deafening sound of claws tearing through flesh.
She stumbled as she forced herself upright, her vision swimming as pain pulsed through her body. Her eyes frantically searched for Zyren.
She was acutely aware that in the chaos they were currently trapped in, only he could protect her.
It was a bitter irony. He was her enemy—the man she planned to kill with her own hands if fate allowed it. And yet, at the same time, he was the only one who had cared enough to ensure that she stayed alive. The contradiction gnawed at her even as her legs trembled beneath her weight.
She had barely managed to stand on her feet when she felt a presence behind her.
Relief flooded her chest as she turned, her breath hitching when she saw Zyren.
