Your Slivers Belong To Me

Hortus never seemed so tranquil.

The bright but gentle light from the sky illuminated him, bringing warmth and comfort in contrast to the darkness spread everywhere on the Lost Spiral.

The cool breeze caressed his skin, whispering sweet nothings and relieving him of the tension pent up in body and soul.

Like a child returning to the embrace of his mother, like a man returning home after a tired day of work, and like a soldier stepping back into his motherland after a war, Varian was overwhelmed by the emotions that welled up without warning.

A sense of security, peace, and purpose.

Without being aware of it, his lips curled up and his powers started to recover faster.

"Where is Sia kept?" Taking a moment to pull himself together, he asked in a worried tone.

"She…" Sarah pointed to the ruins that were also floating around in the 'space' of Hortus'. "I left her in the care of Oob."