Fenric let out a gruff, triumphant sound.
"Well, I don't see the problem whether it's the one you wrote or similar." He said, still grinning.
"If it's a similar world then it means your mind must be linked to the actual 'creator' of this world. Who knows? Maybe you know the Beast God." Noah said and I raised my head.
"The Beast God?"
"Well, whatever." He brushed the back of his neck. "Whether you made this world or something similar to it, it means you've got excellent taste. Don't think of it as a 'cheat,' Little tiger. Just think of us as the answer to your wishes."
My eyes grew teary again and the tears that stopped falling began to roll down again.
Damar reached out, his cool fingers brushing my temple. "If this world is your dream, Ari... then we are the luckiest figments of imagination to ever exist. But remember—I chose to mark you. I chose to stay."
Noah walked over, looking down at me with a smirk that was both arrogant and incredibly tender.
