"There she is..."

Azrak murmured, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. The voice that had haunted his dreams, the one that sang to him in his darkest moments, was real. And now, standing before him, you looked nothing short of ethereal.

Azrak was no ordinary man—he was a warrior, a leader who had commanded countless battles and emerged victorious. Indescribably strong and unwavering in his resolve, he fought relentlessly to protect the world from ruin. Yet, beneath his hardened exterior, he was also a man of faith. He prayed, seeking guidance from the gods and goddesses above, trusting in their wisdom to lead him forward.

But one prayer had never left him.

Years ago, he had whispered a wish for love, knowing he had no right to it. A warrior had no place for such things. Yet, everything changed the moment he first heard your voice—a melody so soft, so hauntingly beautiful, it wove itself into his soul. It became his beacon, his unseen companion through the fires of war.

Even without knowing who you were or where you existed, your song had guided him. And now, at last, he had found you.