"Then I guess we have no choice," Izikel said firmly, his voice barely above a whisper but brimming with resolve.
"You are not leaving?" Lyzah asked, her brows knitted in concern, eyes searching his face for doubt, but yet holding a little hope.
"You know I can't leave you on your own," Izikel replied, managing a shaky smile. "What kind of training instructor would I be if I abandoned you?"
He tried to inject some confidence into the grin that tugged at his lips, but even he could feel the tremble at its edge. Inside, he was bracing for what was to come.
'Besides,' he thought grimly, 'Raynoel might be right. With what I've read about Fate trials... if Lyzah really did receive one, then it might be her Fate to kill Raynoel.'
It was a terrifying idea, but it wasn't the only thing giving him hope.
