Chapter 43 - : 43 : The Best Day of His Life!
For a few seconds, nobody moved.
Just the sound of ragged breathing, the faint hiss of black mist dissolving into nothing, and the distant crackle of lightning still crawling across the fake sky overhead.
Aiden was bent over, hands on his knees, sucking in air like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. His daggers hung loose in his grip, the blades still wet with the dark ichor of monsters that didn’t even exist anymore.
"...Finally..." he muttered, his voice low and hoarse.
Then—
"Sir Aiden!"
He barely had time to look up before Lysandra came running full sprint, her crystalline armor clinking with each step. She didn’t slow down. She jumped—and slammed into him hard enough that he staggered back, catching her on instinct.
"Ly—!"
Her arms locked around his neck, squeezing him so tight it was like she was trying to crush the air out of him after he’d just fought to get it back.
"Don’t you ever—" Her voice was trembling, her forehead pressing into his shoulder, "—ever do something that reckless again!"
Aiden blinked, trying to speak, but she wasn’t letting go.
"You think I enjoy watching you run into things that could kill you in one hit?!" she continued, her voice getting sharper. "Because I don’t! Not even a little!"