“I guessed that much,” Illya muttered, gaze downcasted and failing to notice the deep frown on her attendant’s face.
Oz is worried about what is to come, no doubt it was her doing that triggered the memory. Another bitter ending is something that Oz despises after reaching it countless times. He dreads the pages closing, hoping that Illya isn’t ripped away from him once again. Repeatedly, he asked the greater gods for help, but he had nothing to offer anymore, having lost his immortality and power for one lifetime of peace for Illya — something that he learned was only a temporary solution.
“Anyway,” Oz began, catching Illya’s attention and pulling her out of her deep thinking. “You clearly need to rest after that terrifying dream.”
“I don’t think I can,” Illya frowned, her skin tingli
