For a moment, neither Arin nor Fidelia moved.
The smoke drifting across the battlefield slowly thinned, revealing the figure standing at the edge of the ruined military ground.
Fidelia's eyes widened and her lips parted slightly.
She stared at the familiar silver hair, the calm deep blue eyes, and the unmistakable presence that she had not expected to feel again so soon.
"Thoren?"Her voice was barely audible at first.
Then her expression changed.
"Thoren!"
The moment she screamed his name, Fidelia rushed forward. She moved so quickly that several nearby soldiers barely saw her leave her position.
A few of them instinctively raised their weapons before realizing that she was not attacking anyone. As for Arin, he simply stood, watching with his mouth ajar.
As for Thoren, he was equally stunned. He had not expected to meet Arin and Fidelia on the surface.
More importantly, he had never expected to encounter them in the middle of such a chaotic situation.
