Angelina’s heartfelt another quake when she gazed upon the scene of Austin just sitting in a bar, seemingly tired from all the things he had been doing, the secrets piling on him, not being able to keep close connections, not being able to meet his family and more, each one taking a toll on him, bringing him down more and more, that is until Austin seemed to meet some sort of traveling girl at the very bar.
This same girl was the one that Marlene had seen in her ‘traveling’ towards Austin’s memories, the girl itself being some sort of bundle of joy that somehow came into Austin’s life by some sort of mistake, their meeting itself being by a coincidence of going upon the same path, the girl’s unique nature somehow bringing Austin to her.
And the girl, most of seemingly could sense the depression within Austin, thus seemingly trying to make him happy or smile through her unique ways as she stuck to Austin like glue, the whole situation now looking like a nightmare in the heart of Angelina that felt like a piece of herself is being ripped away from her.
But that also began with the slight enhancement of the changed bloodline thought of hers that she liked to see her man fuck other women, an immoral sense of danger and anger passing through Angelina’s body as her eyes turned red towards the blooming scene in front of her, the girl being relentless enough to stick to Austin.
And Austin being in the state he is in, somehow feels a sense of peace as he starts to get closer to the girl.
The bond between Austin and Ailia grew stronger with each passing day, a delicate flower blooming amidst the harsh realities of their world. Angelina, their ever-present guardian, watched in silence as their friendship transcended the boundaries of mere camaraderie, blossoming into something deeper, something more profound than either of them could have imagined.
She could see the light returning to Austin’s eyes, the weight of his burdens seeming to lift with Ailia’s presence. The shadows that had once haunted his gaze melted away, replaced by a warmth and tenderness that Angelina had never witnessed before. It was as if Ailia’s mere existence had breathed new life into Austin’s weary soul, igniting a spark of hope that threatened to burn brighter with each passing moment.
But even as Angelina watched their bond grow, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of her mind, a whisper of foreboding that she couldn’t quite silence.
As the days turned into weeks, Angelina bore witness to the countless trials and challenges that Austin and Ailia faced together. They battled monsters whose very existence seemed to defy the laws of nature, their claws and fangs glistening with a malevolence that would have driven lesser beings to madness. They braved treacherous landscapes, their path carved through untamed wilderness and unforgiving terrain, each step a testament to their unwavering determination.
Through raging storms and biting winds, they weathered the storms of uncertainty side by side, their bond forged in the fires of adversity. And through it all, their connection only grew stronger, their hearts becoming intertwined in a way that Angelina had never seen before, a tapestry of love and devotion woven from the very threads of their souls.
Amidst the chaos and danger, a spark of something beautiful began to bloom between them, a fragile bud that threatened to blossom into a love so pure, so transcendent, that it seemed almost blasphemous in their war-torn world. Angelina could see it in their eyes, the unspoken words that passed between them, the gentle touches and lingering glances that spoke volumes of the feelings they dared not voice aloud.
It was a love that defied logic, a love that blossomed in the face of insurmountable odds, a love that burned brighter than the most brilliant of stars. As Angelina watched it unfold, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss, bitterness and a bloom od dark emotions, she slowly being itched towards the same path as Nix and Melvin.
And then, one fateful day, tragedy struck with a cruelty that defied all reason.
It happened so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that Angelina could hardly believe her eyes. Austin and Ailia were ambushed by a group of ruthless mercenaries corrupted by corruption, their lives hanging in the balance as they fought for survival amidst a maelstrom of steel and bloodshed.
In the chaos of battle, Angelina watched in horror and certain happiness as Ailia fell, her body crumpling to the ground like a fragile flower severed from its stem. A crimson blossom bloomed across her chest, her life’s essence spilling forth in a torrent of scarlet that stained the earth beneath her.
Austin’s anguished cries echoed through the battlefield, his voice a raw, primal sound that tore at Angelina’s heart. Desperate to save his beloved, he fought with a ferocity born of pure desperation, his bow carving through flesh and bone as he cut a path to Ailia’s side.
But even as he reached her, even as he cradled her broken body in his arms, Angelina could see the life draining from Ailia’s eyes, her once vibrant gaze growing dim and distant.
“Austin…” she whispered her voice a mere breath upon the wind, a ghostly echo of the laughter that had once filled the air. “I… love you…”
And with those final words, a whispered confession of love that echoed in the silence of the battlefield, Ailia breathed her last, her eyes fluttering closed as the light within them faded to nothingness.
At that moment, something inside Austin broke, a shattering of the soul so profound, so devastating, that Angelina could almost feel the shards piercing her own heart. His cries of anguish filled the air, a primal sound of pure anguish and despair that seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of reality itself.
Angelina watched in horror as Austin’s world crumbled around him, his grief a tangible force that threatened to consume him whole. She could feel his pain as if it were her own, the depth of his despair like a knife twisting in her heart, carving out a wound that would never truly heal.
But amidst the darkness, amidst the crushing weight of sorrow that threatened to overwhelm him, a glimmer of light began to shine. For even as he mourned the loss of his beloved, even as his heart shattered into a million pieces, Austin found the strength to carry on, to honor Ailia’s memory, and continue fighting for the sake of the world she had loved so dearly.
With a determination that defied all logic, he rose from the battlefield, his eyes haunted by the ghosts of a love that had been torn from him too soon. And as he stood alone, Ailia’s lifeless body cradled in his arms, Angelina knew that he would never be the same again.
For a part of him had died that day, a piece of his soul ripped away and lost forever, leaving behind a gaping wound that would never truly heal. But even in the depths of his grief, even as he walked the lonely path of a broken heart, Angelina knew that his love for Ailia would live on, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounded him.
And so, as Angelina watched Austin walk away from the battlefield, his steps heavy with the weight of his grief but his eyes filled with a determination that burned brighter than the sun itself, she knew that their journey was far from over. For in the face of tragedy and despair, love would always prevail, shining bright like a guiding star in the darkest of nights, a flame that could never be extinguished, no matter how fierce the storm.
