Chapter 727: Another Mark
The sorrow in my heart built until I couldn’t bear it. Letting out a sob, I threw my arms around Fyren’s neck. I knew it was foolish to consider comforting a demon, but I couldn’t restrain myself.
"What the–" Fyren jerked back, looking completely lost.
"I’m sorry," I sobbed, hugging him tight. I touched the back of his head, caressing the wild tangles. "I didn’t know."
"What are you doing?" he asked, gently prying me away.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. I hugged him again, and this time, he relented, awkwardly patting me on the back.
"You’re trying to make something new, aren’t you?" I asked. "To escape the darkness, to break the cycle. To be free."
Fyren hesitated. I could feel his head turn, exchanging looks with Incinderus. His hand paused on my back, heavy yet comforting.
"What have you seen?" he whispered. "What do you know of the cycle?"
I pulled back, hands resting on his shoulders. He looked the same as always, but I teared up again.
"What have I seen? Fyren, you ask of the future, yet it’s no different from the past. I’ve seen the past. Lived it. And you were the one who pulled me from the darkness. Even though I had Soltair and Trithe, I was so, so alone. You’ve saved me over and over since then."
"Xiviyah–"