As the two spoke, the distance that had grown between them during their six months apart melted away.
Feeling the fathomless, ocean-deep aura emanating from Ian, Kerrigan was overwhelmed with emotion.
Wherever this man went, he always managed to surprise people.
She took a deep breath and suppressed all her emotions. "Without your help, I never would have made it this far."
She looked straight into Ian's eyes, every emotion flickering through her own as his figure was reflected in them.
The joy of reuniting in another world kept her from noticing the hidden dependence on Ian she had always carried.
"How... did you find this place?"
"It's a long story." Ian glanced around the devastated battlefield.
Scorched frozen earth, shattered walls, and wreckage strewn everywhere.
In the distance, the demon army was regrouping, but far more slowly than before. The fear brought by the black sun had yet to fade.
Ian withdrew his gaze. "Let's deal with what's in front of us first."
Kerrigan nodded and turned to face Torem. The king of the Frost Giants was striding toward them with the Thunder Hammer over his shoulder.
Dozens of wounds still covered his body, and dark purple demon blood dripped down his arm, but he paid no attention to any of it. His ice-blue eyes were fixed firmly on Ian.
Curiosity, solemnity, and a trace of admiration.
He had just experienced Ian's strength firsthand.
He had not encountered many level-seven overlords, but Ian was the first who could easily suppress him with his aura alone.
"Kerrigan, who is this?" Torem stopped beside Kerrigan, his voice booming like a bell.
Kerrigan glanced at Ian, then turned to Torem.
"Torem, let me introduce you."
Kerrigan herself did not notice the inexplicable pride on her face as she introduced Ian.
"This is