From behind the jagged remains of a fractured rock formation, Raine peeked out cautiously, her grip firm on Ignis's feathers. The phoenix, still weakened but alert, let out a low, concerned rumble.
"Hey! Are you alright...?" she called hesitantly.
But he didn't answer.
There he was—crouched near the scorched ground where the official had been just moments ago. The space was still faintly smoldering, residual heat distorting the air. And yet, Velren seemed fixated, his gaze locked onto the charred remnants as if searching for something invisible to anyone but himself.
He hadn't even acknowledged her voice.
Raine frowned, glancing briefly at Ignis before stepping forward. As she neared him, something about his posture—rigid, tensed shoulder, his fingers slightly curled like he was holding something back—made her hesitate.
Then he shifted, and she caught a glimpse of his expression.
Her breath hitched.
"…Hey."
She reached out and grabbed his shoulder.
