Four months had passed since the wedding of Brandon and Amelia.
The Holy Land of Rheanne continued to flourish.
But Brandon and Rheanne returned to what they did best... venturing into dangerous territories, clearing towers and dungeons.
Tonight, they had set up a small camp in a secluded valley within a remote, mist-shrouded mountain range.
Inside the tent, the air was warm and slightly humid from the day's exertions
Brandon was lying on his back on a thick bedroll with his arms stretched high above his head as he let out a satisfied sigh.
"Ha... today's fight was great. You kept fighting like you have unlimited ether or something."
Sitting beside him, Rheanne glanced down at him with a faint, affectionate smile.
"I do have unlimited ether," she replied softly.
Brandon rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Rub it in, why don't you?"
Rheanne let out a soft giggle and moved closer, gracefully lying down on top of him.
"Here, take some of my unlimited ether."
