Chapter 37: Welcome to Zvrost
In the courtyard of the small estate, Dante adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag and glanced down at his digital travel pass.
He wore a white T-shirt, a black coat, hiking pants, and a pair of yellow-tinted glasses.
He looked young, confident... maybe a little too confident for someone who, in another life, had been 102 years old.
Next to him, Ginny was finishing adjusting her long coat. Her wings, folded tightly against her back, formed a small bump beneath the fabric.
She didn’t care — she hated hiding them, but it was the price to pay for traveling unnoticed.
She held Pudding, the ginger cat, close to her chest. He purred softly, unbothered by the tension in the air.
In front of them, Jophiel and Annabelle struggled to keep their emotions in check — torn between sorrow and joy.
— "I’ll keep in touch, don’t worry." Dante said with a smile.
His voice was calm, his gaze gentle. He’d spent so long playing a role, he’d nearly forgotten what it felt like to speak as himself.
Ginny buried her face in Pudding’s fur.
— "I’m gonna miss you, you big furball." she mumbled, her voice muffled.