Lexel stood at the center of the clearing, completely unbothered. He calmly copped a feel of his own limbs, twisting his wrists and checking for any lingering damage before casually shrugging.
Cresty let out a massive, heavy sigh of relief, dropping her silver wand to her side as she pressed a trembling hand over her chest, waiting for her completely depleted aether pools to start regenerating.
"Lexel! Are you alright?!"
Anthierin didn't care about the stunned onlookers or the fact that the raid had just ended in record time. She swooped in like a flash of lightning, her face laced with pure anxiety as she desperately reached out and grabbed his hand, checking his wrist and forearms for fractures.
Lexel looked down at Anthierin. A quiet pause settled between them—a fleeting, silent moment passing in the middle of the crowded clearing. His dark eyes softened, and a playful, teasing smirk slowly crept onto his lips as he stared at her frantic expression.
