[Event] [Elven Utopian War] [72] Amael's Gift

"There are trash people in every race, Alvara. Origin, status, bloodline—it doesn't mean a damn thing. Don't trust someone just because of what they are. It's not worth the pain when they prove you wrong."

The words felt bitter in my mouth. They weren't just for her—they were for me, too. A mantra, carved into my mind.

"Don't trust anyone," I muttered, almost to myself. 

Nyrel's mantra. And Ephera's, in her own way. 

Yet here I was, repeating the same mistakes.

I let out a dry, humorless laugh. "Two years ago. I met someone. Jayden. A human. And then there was Milleia... another human. I trusted both of them. Stupidly. I gave Jayden something priceless—two of my Wings. My lifelines. And Milleia..." My lips twisted into a faint grimace. "I gave her my blind trust."