Vastor gave her a soft kiss, wishing he could stay home with her.
"How long will you be away?" Zinya asked.
"I don't know. This is bad, Zinya. Really bad. We might even have to postpone the wedding."
"I don't care about the wedding. I just want you to come back alive." She held him tight, perceiving the immense strength that his stumpy body concealed so well that even his owner failed to see it.
Yet Vastor's power was gentle and his touch always kind. He never raised his voice with her, not even when they argued.
Even back when she was just a nameless blind woman to him, Vastor had always treated her as a peer, without the contempt or sympathy that her condition usually inspired.
It was the reason why she had started to like him. Then, after her recovery, when she was a housemaid at the Verhen's house, with nothing but her first name as her possession, Vastor had helped Zinya to get her children back.
It had earned her admiration and eternal gratitude, but not her love. That had come gradually, with each moment they had spent together. After being blind for most of her life, Zinya didn't care for how people looked, only for who they were.
She had no idea that while Vastor lost himself in her warmth, he also burned of a hatred beyond what words could express. Hatred for those who were forcing him to leave her side, for those who kept messing with his life and ruined his happiness.
Before the end of that day, most of those people would still be alive, yet they would pray for the merciful release of death that wouldn't come until they lost their minds to pain.
***
Blood Desert, Heavenly Plume tribe.
Lith returned to the tower right after his talk with Brinja.
"Why didn't you take me with you? I might have been of help." Solus felt hurt from being left behind.
"Please, Brinja is an ally. I didn't go to battle, just to hear what she had to say. Besides, your deep blue core has yet to be completely filled with mana. I want my partner to be at the top of her game once we go on the field." He replied while sharing all the details of the mission with a mind link.
"Thanks." She nodded. "Gods, I hate being so emotional. Getting my body back has actually made things worse. I'm not used to having this monstrous strength and the tower has troubles nurturing my human form along with all the new floors.
"On top of that, I keep going from furious to crybaby in less than one second."
"As I said, I want you at the top of your game." Lith wiped the tears that her short outbursts always caused. "I delayed the mission for two days because I want to craft the Sage Staff for you before we leave and then I'll spend the rest of the time practicing Demon Grasp."
"We already have the Sage Staff. Why craft it again?" Solus asked in confusion.
"Because it's the only way we have to make you take your human form and keep it stable even in my absence. If I need you to blend in with the crowd, a walking cane covered in white crystals and Evil Eyes defies the purpose." Lith replied.
"Also, right now it has no useful abilities. It just provides you with elemental energy. I want to give it a simple but useful power core."
"Good thinking." Solus pondered. "Are you sure it's safe bringing Salaark's crystals out? No mission is worth pissing her off."
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