An Happy Ending?

After Drakhair's sworn loyalty, Aether was overjoyed... and to top it off, he even got a title!

'Does a title give me a boost or something?' Aether asked curiously.

[Negative! A title is just a title that you receive when it is recognized.]

'Oh...' Aether nodded in understanding, though a flicker of disappointment crossed his face. He had been expecting at least some kind of enhancement.

As he reached his room and pushed the door open, his expression shifted instantly.

The air was thick... heavy... tense. A silent yet suffocating tension lingered in the room.

His eyes landed on Raven, who stood with arms crossed, her sharp gaze locked onto Sandra. Sandra, in contrast, sat huddled on the bed, her knees drawn up tightly, her face hidden beneath a veil of purple hair.

Aether glanced between them, his brows furrowing in wonder.