There was respect for Cangxuan and Danzhu's choice, regret at losing two capable research assistants, and helplessness at having to continue alone down the path of scientific research.
"They... still left."
Muttering to herself, Dr. Mobius's voice carried a faint, imperceptible tremor.
Though she had experienced partings countless times, the moment Cangxuan and Danzhu truly departed, that inescapable sense of loneliness still surged over her like a raging tide, swallowing her whole.
Mobius knew that Cangxuan and Danzhu's departure was not merely a simple farewell to her. It was also a challenge to and questioning of her research philosophy.
Thinking back to the moment before they left, on the surveillance screen, Cangxuan and Danzhu had turned back reluctantly for one last look toward the institute. Hidden in their eyes was an undisguisable attachment to and reluctance to part with the days they had shared.
At that moment, Mobius's heart was deeply moved.
"I hope you can find paths that belong to you, Cangxuan, Danzhu."
Those words were the last blessing she sent into the distance, filled with sincerity and warmth.
Mobius understood that everyone's path through life was chosen by themselves. All she could do was offer respect and understanding.
As the figures on the surveillance feed gradually blurred before vanishing completely into the night, Mobius finally turned around slowly and looked toward the seemingly empty space behind her.
"Moros, aren't you coming out yet?"
Before her words had even faded, the air behind her was stirred by the power of a spell, and a figure clad in blue-violet mage robes gradually emerged.
It was Mobius's lover, the necromancer Moros.
When Mobius needed comfort the most, he had silently come to her side to offer support and solace.
Moros's expression was calm as water, while his deep eyes were filled