Niara and Darian turned to Alear with expressions full of pain. For Niara, it had been a forced separation since they were born in different universes and didn't have the power to meet. As for Darian… it was death that separated them.
Alear stared at Darian, and even if Niara wasn't standing beside him comfortably, making it obvious who he was, she would've figured it out on her own immediately.
"Bro!!"
A sharp cry, carrying years of pent-up agony, tore through the air like thunder. From the heart of the castle, a beam of white light shot out at an absurd speed.
Darian didn't have time to think. The impact against his chest was so violent it forced him to step back several times, his feet carving into the ground. He didn't raise his guard or use any power; he just relaxed his muscles as he felt the familiar warmth and the uncontrollable trembling of his little sister.
Lucy was an emotional wreck. Her hands clutched his robe as if, if she let go, he would turn to ashes again.
