The dense forest loomed around them, the faint whispers of mana-filled energy coursing through the air. Shadows danced across the towering trees, creating a foreboding atmosphere that clung to their every step. Despite the eerie stillness, Luna clung tightly to Orian's arm, her small frame pressing against him as if her very life depended on it.
Her pink eyes shimmered with concern as she tilted her head upward, her soft voice breaking the silence. "Onii-sama, are you hurt anywhere? Please, let me use healing magic on you!"
Orian glanced down at her, his face softening at the desperation etched across her delicate features. "I'm fine, Luna," he reassured her, his tone gentle but firm. "You're overreacting. You know we're not humans—we can take more than this."
Luna's lips quivered, but before she could respond, Azazel's gruff voice cut through the air. "You heard him. Stop acting like a child already," he said, his tone dripping with mockery.