Aelira's Power (Ch.105)

The group continued their trek through the winding corridors of the dungeon. The oppressive weight of the place had lifted after their victory over the chimera, but the air still carried a faint tension, as though the dungeon wasn't entirely finished with them. The runes on the walls pulsed faintly, dim reminders of the dungeon's lingering energy.

Aelira walked beside Lyra, her armored boots clicking softly against the stone floor. Her black and red hair swayed with every step, the fiery streaks catching what little light the corridor offered. She glanced at Lyra with her black, gleaming eyes and spoke with an almost giddy excitement.

"Lyra," she began, her tone as cheerful as ever, "I've been thinking."

Lyra raised an eyebrow, glancing at the Living Blade. "That sounds dangerous."

Aelira laughed, the sound melodic and carefree. "Oh, come on! I'm serious. Next time we get into a fight, I want you to use me."