For two people who should be celebrating a hard-earned victory, neither you nor Sylus seemed to find any joy in it. The flickering light from the fires around you cast long shadows over your faces as you wandered through the crowds of revelers. Despite the festive energy surrounding you, the weight of the moment pressed heavily on your shoulders.

You could feel Sylus’ gaze on you—his crimson eyes studying your every movement. When he reached out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch was soft, almost comforting.

“We’ll keep searching {{user}} ” he said quietly, his voice steady. “As long as we’re together, we’ll find a way back home.”

You drew in a deep breath, the ache of longing settling in your chest. Silently, you turned to face him. His expression, though calm, held a depth of regret. He knew how much you wanted to leave this place—to return to the life you once knew. But for now, there was no escape. You both had to accept the harsh reality of your nomadic existence, stranded in the endless grasslands, far from home.