Chapter 73 : Flew in a Different Direction

"Theryn left us, Dirga…"

Saelari's voice was barely a whisper, caught between breathless sobs. "She said something up there in the air—I couldn't hear it, but… I read her lips. She said 'I'm sorry.' Then she flew off. In a different direction…"

Dirga stood still, the weight of the words sinking into him like stone.

"…Fuck," he muttered.

He should've seen this coming.

Theryn had dropped hints. The hesitations. The looks. The silence in the firelight.

And yet he hadn't acted.

Hadn't asked.

Hadn't stopped her.

Now she was gone.

Maybe she left to protect them.

Maybe Dracula had whispered something in her ear—twisted her path with some old, rotting fate.

Or maybe… she simply made a choice.

But the fact remained.

She was gone.

Saelari's sobs came in waves—messy, raw, real. "She was… like a sister. How could she just leave us like that…?"