Orelia looked at the necklace he was holding out to her.
She frowned and clenched her jaw, as if she were fighting against something.
Sitting beside her, Ale gently patted her on the back, murmuring something in the Elf Language. Edwin stood as still as a stone statue, his eyes fixed on Orelia's every move.
Seeing the tense scene, Colin steeled himself.
'This is cruel, but I know Orelia wouldn't want to hurt anyone after being corrupted by the Teleportation Array...'
The four of them remained in a standoff on the stairs for quite a while.
Just when Colin was starting to lose hope, Orelia bit her lip and extended her right hand.
Her small, frail hand—weak from being unable to eat properly for so long—reached slowly, slowly into the sunlight, and tremblingly grasped the necklace in Edwin's hand.
Orelia took a deep breath.
