Anthesis of Sadness

A routine settled in, gentle and natural, as our relationship progressed, step by step.

Day after day, we opened up more to each other, sharing our thoughts, our fears, our hopes.

Days passed.

Weeks flew by.

Months went on.

And we were happy.

We were in love, enjoying our young life as a couple under a sky that, though devoid of stars, felt infinite to us.

Time passed, and with it, our strength grew.

I had gained a few levels, reaching level 56. But after the level 50 threshold, progress became harder—each victory demanded more effort.

Cassandre, on her end, had soared. Starting from a lower level, she had now reached level 41.

Her latest skill? A reinforcement ability capable of amplifying the combat prowess of her allies. A precious gift, making her much more than a simple healer.