After spending a good time together at the top of the Alchemy Tower, Dyana and he remained seated on the upper platform, sheltered from the wind by the black stone ramparts. The night was clear, and the distant lights of the sorcery tower sparkled like dying embers. He looked at her with a mix of satisfaction and seriousness. Dyana, still breathless, adjusted her dress with a nonchalant gesture while smiling.
"It was nice, wasn't it?" she murmured while running a hand through her hair. "Up here, you feel almost above all these complications."
He nodded, then his expression became serious. He straightened up and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Dyana, listen to me carefully. It's time for you to leave this tower. You can't stay here any longer."
Dyana frowned, surprised. She turned completely toward him.
"Leave the tower? Why now? We just..."
