Aengus and Aria landed on the golden field, and without hesitation, Aria ran toward Aron.
She knelt down and embraced him gently, careful not to hurt him. A warmth unlike anything he had ever felt before radiated from her—a soothing, protective presence that made Aron freeze in shock for a moment.
Aengus approached as well, his gaze soft yet filled with depth. He studied the boy's face, taking in every detail, every resemblance. This was his son—their son.
After countless cycles of loss and separation, he was finally a father again.
A profound sense of fulfillment washed over him, but with it came a solemn vow.
No matter what, this time, he would protect their family. No more losses. No more tragedies.
Aron gasped for air, letting out a soft squeal as he tried to wiggle free from the woman's embrace.
"Who are you, miss?" he asked, stepping back cautiously.