Sovereign of the Ashes

“I thought you...” Leena said, her voice trembling.

The Dark Reaper, who had killed countless in Blackhaven, showed her vulnerable side only when she was with Sein.

Sein had not been able to contact Leena while he was trapped in Faeloria. They had never gone this long without contacting each other.

Leena, more well-read than Sein in certain subjects, had studied occult arts and astrology.

She had tried to divine his whereabouts but found nothing. She had no idea where he was or even if he was still alive.

Her grasp of astrology was still shallow, and there were no low-ranking mages in Blackhaven skilled in the field.

At one point, she had been so desperate that she had almost marched to Eastern Stargazing Heights to kidnap a Rank Three astrologer for a proper reading.

But two hundred years ago, war broke out again between the Black Tower of Cinderbones and several neighboring towers, putting that plan on indefinite hold.

Now, seeing Sein again, the storm of emotions in Leena’s heart was impossible to put into words.

“Too much has happened over the past few centuries. I’ll fill you in later,” Sein told her with a gentle smile.

Due to the distortion of time within the space-time passage, their sense of how long they had been apart did not quite match.