Chapter 82: A Slice of Life: Part-1
Back to Leo and Ophis, who were now walking down the long, quiet corridor leading back toward the hospital lobby. The hallway echoed with the soft squeak of their shoes against the polished floor, and distant murmurs and metallic clangs drifted from nearby patient rooms.
"I still can’t believe you actually used that freaking rare stone on a complete nobody! Do you even understand what you just did?" Ophis suddenly exploded, her voice filled with frustration and disbelief.
She stormed a few steps ahead of him, spinning around to face Leo with her arms flailing slightly. Her brows were scrunched tight, her tiny hands clenched. The disbelief in her voice was impossible to miss.
"That was a one-time thing, Leo! You could’ve saved yourself if something ever went wrong. And you used it on a old woman who die at any day and... you don’t even know?"
Leo simply shrugged, his hands resting in his pockets like none of this mattered.
"Who cares..." he said with a tired smile. "It’s not like we’re going to get into any more fights, right? It’s over now."
Ophis grumbled under her breath, fists tightening at her sides. As much as she hated to admit it... he wasn’t wrong.
The war, the chaos, the bloodshed—it had all calmed down. For now. Maybe forever. But still...
She sighed heavily, turning away from him with a huff. "Whatever. I don’t want to talk to you right now."
As they continued walking, Leo wore a strange, soft smile on his face, as if he had done something quietly heroic. Like he had finally done something right—something truly good.
Ophis, on the other hand, wore an annoyed scowl, her face twitching with a mix of irritation and exhaustion.
They stepped out into the hospital lobby, where the light from the tall windows spilled across the marble floor like a warm blanket. People moved slowly—nurses, visitors, patients—all lost in their own small worlds.