Lyria's falling body collided with something or rather, someone caught her in their arms.
Two strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her against a familiar chest.
Noah had caught her.
He immediately dropped to his knees, carefully cradling her in his arms as he looked down at her face. His glacier-blue eyes, usually so cold and unreadable, were filled with unmistakable worry.
Their eyes met. And that moment, Lyria forgot the pain spreading through her body.
Noah was here. He had come for her.
Only when she looked at him more closely did she realize how badly injured he was. His snow-white hair was stained with blood, countless cuts covered his body, and his clothes were torn. Even the violet cloak draped over his shoulders was splattered with crimson.
He looked even more injured than she was.
Yet despite his condition, he was holding her closely.
Meanwhile, Lyria could barely move because of the single attack that had pierced her abdomen.
"Lyria!! Are you okay?!"
