Vinea too slow breaths adjusting her mood, though her beloved husband told her things would be alright with Lith.
The sight of him looking so weak struck a chord deep within her, reminding her of the past. When she put her life on the line to keep the demons out of Grigor, that desperate fight still waged on inside her, a never-ending waltz.
"Ciela, don't take this easily."
She couldn't stand being weak, watching Asmodeus deal with issues himself, despite being the most important man in the entire Empire. Her insides boiled with rage at her own worthlessness, yet she struggled to tell him. This bundle of searing heat that welled up every time she saw him go so far for them all...
"Do you think I'll lose to someone like you?!" Ciela snapped back while drawing her bowstring, her glance fleetingly shifting to Asmodeus in the distance.
Her gaze followed the elves and watched Asmodeus, who quickly became crowded by their many children and the wives seeking his affection.
