The Forgotten Hero's Laughter
Videl continued telling about Victor's nature to Niklaus.
The ancient chamber remained quiet except for the low crackling of the enchanted lamps burning along the stone walls. Their pale blue flames danced softly, casting shifting shadows across the old fortress room hidden deep beneath the earth. The scent of cooked food still lingered faintly in the air, mixed with ancient dust and the cold metallic smell of old artifacts that had survived countless ages.
Videl sat across from the Fourth Hero, her sapphire-blue eyes lowered slightly as she searched for the right words.
Talking about Victor always made something warm bloom inside her chest.
Even now, after everything that had happened, simply speaking his name brought her comfort.
