True Strength Starts At Exalted Rank

Tatiana finally stopped flying after she was sure they had gotten far enough from the rift. The weight of their encounter with the Abyssal Fiend still lingered in the air like an unseen force pressing down on them.

She loosened her grip and let go of Leo, dropping him onto the solid ground below.

Leo landed with a soft grunt, rolling his shoulders as he stretched his limbs. His body was still aching from the battle, his muscles stiff from exertion.

The cool air felt sharp against his skin, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant fires. He exhaled, turning back toward the rift they had just fled from, his gaze narrowing.

Tatiana stepped beside him, her crimson eyes flickering in the low light. She was watching him carefully, gauging his reaction.

"So, what now?" Leo finally asked, his voice steady despite the storm brewing inside him.