When the three emerged from the mountain hollow, they did not immediately return to the manor in North Wind Territory.
The lingering light of the setting sun spilled across the hillside, dyeing the horizon gold and crimson.
Ang led Quintina and Natiya to sit on an open slope. A breeze drifted past, carrying the scent of fresh grass.
The three sat side by side, their gazes resting on the slowly setting sun. There was a tranquil beauty in the air.
"What exactly did you experience in the God-Demon Battlefield?" After a long silence, Natiya finally spoke, her voice carrying a hint of caution.
Ang and Quintina exchanged a glance, a trace of complexity flashing through their eyes.
Then Quintina took a deep breath and slowly began recounting everything they had encountered in the God-Demon Battlefield.
When she reached the most intense parts, Quintina's voice trembled slightly and her eyes reddened, as though she had returned to that hellish battlefield.
Natiya listened quietly, her hands unconsciously tightening around the hem of her skirt.
Only after Quintina finished did she slowly let out a breath, her gaze becoming resolute and proud.
Looking at Ang, she said softly, "This is the Ang I know... No matter where you are, you've never been someone who only thinks of himself." Pride and tenderness shimmered in her eyes.
Ang smiled and shook his head. "Haha, don't praise me too highly. I only did what I should have done."
He stretched out his arms and pulled both women into his embrace. The three leaned against one another, watching the last streak of sunset at the horizon.
At that moment, it seemed they had all broken free from their bloody memories, leaving only the peace and beauty before them.
After a while, Ang raised his head, an enigmatic