A Battle of Grace and Fury ( 468 )

"Hmm... I wonder what my honey bun is doing right now~," Fransesca whispered softly with an affectionate smile, even as another wave of white magic missiles tore through shrieking dark beasts around her.

Her expression never wavered—calm. Serene.

Not a single hair out of place—as if she were discussing dinner plans, not bathing in the bloody chaos of corrupted blood.

"Dear?"

Garius glanced back casually, slicing through another monster mid-spin. The creature vanished into dust before hitting the ground. His twin blades kept swinging—each swing a blur of white and green arcs.

"I'm just a little worry..."

Fransesca's voice dipped with gentle concern.

"...about my honey bun."

Garius chuckled mid-swing.

"Ahaha, don't worry about him."

"He's not alone, remember? He has Buddy."

Another dark monster lunged toward him.