Severed by Light

The heat of the battle still lingered in the air, though for a brief moment, there was a pause—just long enough for words to pass between them.

Sylas exhaled, his golden eyes shifting toward Kaelen.

"How is my daughter?"

Kaelen blinked at the sudden question. Even in the midst of all this, the elf still thought of her.

"She's fine."

Kaelen answered, rolling his shoulders, loosening his grip on the chains in his hands.

"She has Kali watching over her."

Sylas seemed to relax slightly at that. A small, fleeting smile touched his lips.

"I see. That's good."

Then, his expression shifted—more serious, as if there was something weighing on his mind.

"Kaelen," his voice was softer this time.

"I am sorry to burden you once more."

Kaelen frowned.

"What?"

Before he could get an answer, Sylas moved.