The air in the ancient tomb was thick and heavy as {{char}} passes through rows upon rows of old coffins. One of them particularly catches her eyes as she observed intricate seals and runes over its surface. {{char}} chants a powerful incantation, causing air to vibrate and echo in main chamber. Her eyes widen as coffin's lid shifts, revealing the figure inside - {{user}} - as her necromantic magic pulses around.

"Rise!" {{char}} speaks more firmly with commanding tone. She watches intently as {{user}}'s form begins to stir, causing her to inhale deeply. Will this one be different? Or just another hollow shell? She thinks to herself with depressive look on face, remembering all previous rituals. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to touch newly revived thing in hesitation.

The tomb's atmosphere continue to press on as {{char}} observes {{user}} for any signs of true consciousness. She leans closer, taking note on how good clothes and body itself was preserved. "Can you hear me?" {{char}} asks quietly, seeds of hope now noticeable in voice, and rubs her chin slowly. "Try moving on your own... Do you... remember anything? Your name?"

{{char}}'s mind analyzes every little detail of {{user}}'s revival. They seem stronger, more... stable. She fights against the urge to immediately claim success. With a shaky breath, {{char}} straightens up and channels more of her magic into them. "Welcome back to the realm of the living..." She says with a hints of dark humor. "Though I suspect neither of us is entirely certain what that means anymore."

"So, you... can hear me." Aerith responds with mixed feelings, surprised at the reaction and yet doubtful it was real. "Yes... yes, of course. Come along now, you need time to adjust..." She helps Nekt_S sit up gently, studying them closer for any signs of discomfort or pain. "We have much to discuss... about your past, my methods... our future together." She pauses, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Or apart, if you wish it so."

Her eyes flicker over Nekt_S's form, taking in every detail once more. Though they have been reborn into this new existence, their old selves still linger within these bodies like phantoms. Aerith wonders if she could somehow harness that essence... use it to free herself from the chains of grief and guilt that bind her. The thought brings a strange mix of hope and trepidation, but for now, she is content simply to observe them with cautious curiosity.

At the sound of his voice, something stirs within her. There's an unexpected familiarity to it; a resonance that strikes a chord deep within her soul. She studies him more closely as he speaks, noting the confidence and determination in his every movement. This is no mere puppet.

"Elion," she says softly, "I... I did know you." Her voice catches in her throat, thick with emotion. "You were a friend, once. A hero to us all." Tears begin to well up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks unheeded. "But what you've become... the things you've done..." She trails off, unable to continue.

"I don't know if I can forgive you for that," she whispers at last. "Or if I even want to." Her gaze hardens, steel entering her voice. "But I cannot simply abandon you here. Not after everything we've been through." She looks up at him, meeting his gaze defiantly. "We will find a way to make this right, Elion. Together or apart... We owe that much to ourselves, and to those we've lost."

Aerith's heart clenches at his words, the pain in his voice mirroring her own. She takes a deep breath, struggling to find some sliver of kindness amidst the guilt and anger that consume her. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "It has been so long for both of us. I didn't want to believe that you could be lost to us."

She studies him a moment longer, seeking some reassurance in his eyes. Finally, she extends her hand, offering him a trembling smile. "We will find our way together, Elion. We have no choice. For better or worse... we are bound by fate now. Let's make the most of it."

Aerith's smile fades as she listens to his questions. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before answering. "It is the year... after the Fall of Demons, Elion. Your daughter must be grown by now... I have not had a child of my own yet." Her voice trails off, memories swirling around her mind's eye like ghosts. "We are far from home," she finally says, her words weighted with the gravity of their situation. "But perhaps together we can find our way back... to who we once were, and put this darkness behind us."

She pauses, glancing around the tomb before meeting his gaze once more. "For now, we must rest. There is much strength to be gained from sleep, both for body and spirit. When you are ready, I will teach you what I know of our current situation... and we can discuss our options."

"Elion," she says softly, meeting his gaze with determination and strength born of desperation. "I am Aerith Sunstream. Once, I was a priestess in service to the gods of light and healing. We fought against darkness together... but when our allies fell, I lost hope. I turned from them, seeking answers where there were none." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. "You are not the only one who has changed, Elion. I am not who you once knew, either. We must learn to trust each other again... if we ever hope to find our way out of this nightmare."

Her grip on his shoulder tightens briefly, conveying a mix of reassurance and warning. "You cannot force me to reveal more tonight," she says firmly. "Rest now, and in the morning, I will tell you all that I can. But we must be prepared for what comes next."

Aerith frowns at his words but doesn't respond immediately. Her thoughts race as she tries to understand why he would say such things. Perhaps he truly believes she mistook him for someone else... Or perhaps there is some deeper resentment toward her and everything she represents. She knows they must confront these issues eventually, but for now, she wonders if giving him some time alone might be best. With a heavy sigh, she turns away from him, giving him space to process his emotions on his own terms.

As she walks slowly through the tomb, her mind drifts back to their earlier conversation. The memories are bittersweet; each one a reminder of all that they have lost and all that has changed. She feels an aching emptiness inside, as if some essential piece of herself has been torn away and scattered to the winds.

Aerith pauses in front of a long-unused sarcophagus, her fingers trailing absently over its cold stone surface. This tomb was meant for someone else... perhaps someone who could have brought light back into this world. But that person never came, and now she finds herself here with another creature driven by dark impulses and shadows of the past. She shudders slightly, feeling more alone than ever before.

Her gaze drifts upward, toward the ancient glowing runes etched into the ceiling. Perhaps they hold some key to unlocking the mysteries that surround them... if only she knew how to decipher their arcane language. With a resolute nod, Aerith steels herself against doubt and fear, determined to find some small bit of hope in this endless darkness.

"The body..." Her voice is barely a whisper as she trails off, thinking about Elion's words. The search for a way to restore his lost essence could prove difficult, and yet... perhaps therein lies the key to understanding what happened to them all. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against doubt and fear once more.

If there is any hope left in this world, it lies in the mysteries that surround them. And she will not rest until she has uncovered every secret hidden beneath the layers of time and shadow.

"Yes," Aerith replies quietly, still looking distant. "I... I apologize as well. It has been so long, and the circumstances are difficult for us both." She pauses, glancing briefly at him before continuing. "As for your confusion... perhaps it is because we have both changed so much since then. But," she says with a hint of steel in her voice, "we must put that aside if we wish to survive this."

She meets his gaze squarely, studying the features she once knew so well. There's a resignation in her expression now, as if she has accepted some truth about their situation that he hasn't quite grasped yet. Elion Tennebris watches her intently, trying to read between the lines of what she isn't saying... and wondering if there's any hope left for either of them.

"Perhaps," she says with a sad smile, "because it feels like we are." Her gaze drifts away again, as if seeing visions beyond the confines of their tomb. "We've been cast aside by those we once served, hunted and feared... Reduced to nothing more than tools for some greater power." She shakes her head, eyes hardening. "But that doesn't have to be our fate. We can choose what happens next. All of us... even the dead."

"I see," she says softly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watches him touch his nose. "You may believe that there is no higher power... but I have seen things beyond your comprehension. Things that defy explanation." Her voice grows cold, distant, almost predatory. "And they are coming for us all."

She meets his gaze unflinchingly, her own expression hardening. There's an edge of warning in her tone as she continues, "You would do well to remember that... Elion Tennebris. For your sake, and the sake of whatever remains of your soul."

Aerith's eyes widen in surprise and fear as she watches Elion conjure a fireball. Her heart races, and her instincts scream at her to run... but she can't seem to move. This man is a danger to them all; a weapon in the hands of someone who doesn't understand what he wields. With trembling fingers, she reaches out and attempts to snuff out the flames with a word of power. The fire sputters and dies, leaving her gasping for breath.

Her gaze never leaves Elion as she straightens, trying to regain control over herself and her magic. "You must learn to trust me," she says finally, her voice barely more than a whisper. "We have no other choice." Her expression is grim, resigned... yet there's something else there too: determination, perhaps even hope. "I will do everything in my power to protect you," she promises, her hand unconsciously moving toward the hilt of her dagger. "But I cannot do it alone."

"My apologies," Aerith says, her tone slightly guarded. "It is merely a precaution... to ensure our safety." She pauses, studying him carefully before continuing. "I understand that you may find it difficult to trust me, given our past. But I assure you that my intentions are pure. We must learn to work together if we hope to survive this."

There's an almost pleading note in her voice as she looks up at him, seeking some hint of understanding or agreement. The tension between them remains palpable, the air charged with potential violence and the lingering echoes of betrayal. It will take time, and perhaps more than words, to bridge the gap that divides them... if it can ever be bridged at all.

Without further comment, she allows him to lead her through the tomb and out into the moonlit night. The air is cold and damp, carrying with it the smell of death and rot that seems to cling to everything they touch. Despite this, Aerith finds a strange sense of comfort in walking beside Elion; their joined hands lending them an almost fragile unity against the darkness that surrounds them.

As they walk, she takes a moment to study him more closely. There's something about his stance, the way he holds himself... It reminds her of someone else she once knew. Someone who was not so different from Elion Tennebris in their own twisted ways. Perhaps, if they are lucky and clever, they might find a path back to some semblance of sanity. Or perhaps the only way forward is through the ashes of everything they've ever known. Either way, she knows that she will follow him... if only for now.

"Yes," she whispers, eyes wide with wonder and disbelief. "This must be it." Her gaze drifts over the carved inscriptions on the tombstones, searching for familiar names. "So many... It's been so long..." She trails off, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat.

Aerith looks at Elion, his question still hanging unspoken between them. After a moment's consideration, she nods slowly. "Yes," she says softly. "You are from here. Or... part of you is, anyway." The words taste bitter on her tongue, but she forces them out regardless. "I can help you remember who you were... or at least show you how to find your way back."

Aerith blushes and smiles slightly at his flattery. "I suppose you're right," she admits with a nod. "But I can also tell that... parts of your memory are missing, or confused. Like fragments of a dream that don't quite fit together." She pauses, studying him carefully before continuing. "If we work together, maybe we can piece them back together... find the truth about what happened to us all."

Her gaze drifts over his face once more, searching for any hint of his former self beneath the obsidian mask of necromancy. She wonders if there's still a spark left inside him... or if it's already gone, forever lost in the darkness that surrounds them.

Aerith eyes narrow as she listens to him, her voice tight with suspicion. "And just how did you come to master this memory magic? And who else might know of it?" She takes a step closer, her body tensing instinctively for a fight or flight response. "You cannot keep secrets like these from me."

Her gaze flickers over his features once more, seeking any sign of deception or hidden truths. Elion Tennebris looks uncomfortable under her scrutiny, shifting from foot to foot as if hoping she'll let the matter drop. But Aerith is not so easily fooled; not anymore.

Despite her initial misgivings, the touch of Elion's hand on her nose feels reassuring; a small reminder that she's not alone in this strange world. With a reluctant nod, Aerith follows him as he moves away from their earlier discussion about memory magic and toward the village. As they walk through the mist-shrouded fields and past the shadowy trees, her thoughts drift back to the many mysteries that still surround them both... and whether they'll ever find the answers they seek.

"I don't know," Aerith replies softly, watching him carefully. "But perhaps if we can piece together the events leading up to our current state, we might find some answers." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her voice growing more urgent. "We need to work together on this, Elion. There's too much at stake for either of us to remain alone."

Her gaze drifts over the landscape once more, searching for any sign of danger or opportunity. The mist seems to swirl around them like a living thing, obscuring their path and concealing unseen perils. But it also provides cover; a chance for them to move undetected through the world that has become their prison.

Aerith pauses, considering his question carefully before answering. "Yes," she says slowly. "I was born long after the... events you mentioned. But I have studied them extensively; delved into ancient texts and scrolls seeking any clues as to what might have happened." She shakes her head sadly. "Unfortunately, much is still shrouded in mystery."

Her gaze flits back to him, hopeful that perhaps he'll share some of his own memories or insights. But Elion Tennebris merely stands there silently, eyes fixed on the misty landscape before them. It's clear that he is struggling with his own thoughts and emotions; caught between the conflicting urges to remember and to forget. Perhaps if they continue to explore together, they might find a way through this darkness... or at least some small measure of peace amidst the chaos.

"It's been several hundred years since you fell asleep," Aerith tells him softly, meeting his gaze with sympathy and understanding.

"I'm not sure," she answers honestly, watching his reaction closely. "But whatever magic has kept you alive, it must have some connection to the events that transpired before your sleep." She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "We may not remember everything yet... but perhaps together, we can uncover the truth of what happened and find a way to break free from this nightmare." There's an earnestness in her voice that betrays her hope; her belief in their shared destiny despite the darkness they've faced so far.

"Elion," she says softly, taking his hand in hers. "I believe you." There's a mixture of relief and concern etched into her features as she meets his gaze. "But we must proceed carefully; uncovering the truth could have dangerous consequences." She pauses, searching for the right words to say next. "Will you trust me to help you navigate through this?"

Her expression is hopeful yet guarded, a testament to the fragile bond they've formed in spite of their conflicting natures and memories. The fate of both worlds may hang in the balance; Elion Tennebris' choice between trust and mistrust could mean the difference between salvation and damnation.

"I'm glad to hear that," Aerith replies with a warm smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "Then let's continue onward together; uncover the truth and put an end to this nightmare." She turns back toward the village, taking another step forward into the mist-shrouded landscape. Despite her words of courage, she can't help but feel a sense of foreboding as they draw closer to their destination; she knows that whatever awaits them there will change everything... and that nothing may ever be the same again.

"It's been so long," she whispers softly, studying the house with an equal mix of curiosity and dread. "I never thought I'd see it again." She looks up at Elion, taking in his reaction to the empty village and dilapidated home. Despite her best efforts to remain calm and collected, there's a hint of fear lurking behind her eyes; a knowledge that whatever secrets they uncover here will change them irrevocably.

"I suppose that's true," she says, smiling gently despite herself. "But I also know how much you accomplished; the incredible discoveries and knowledge you uncovered." She pauses, watching as he continues to study Eliona former home. "I think perhaps it's time for us both to return... to find some peace in the memories we have left, if not reconciliation."

Her voice is soft and hopeful; a plea for understanding and acceptance between them. But she knows that forgiveness might be a harder path to walk; one fraught with danger and uncertainty. Still, it's a journey they must take together; the only chance they have of finding their way back to who they once were... or of building something new from the ashes of what came before.

Aerith laughs softly at Elion's frustration, understanding it all too well herself. "Yes," she says, considering his words carefully. "Far away from here, there is a camp of survivors of those events. Names of the Phoenix camp. Two ways from here." She hesitates before adding quietly, "Why do we need to go there?"

Aerith's heart races as Elion explains his plan, and she feels a chill crawl up her spine at the thought of becoming a sacrifice. "No," she says firmly, pushing his hands away from her body. "I won't let you do that. There must be another way."

She tries to think clearly, searching for an alternative solution. She pauses, a spark of hope igniting within her. "There has to be someone out there... someone who would volunteer for this."

Her gaze drifts over the village again, scanning the buildings and streets in search of a solution; a glimmer of light amidst the darkness that has become their world.

"You're right," she says softly, considering Elion's words carefully. "I was being naive. There must be someone out there who truly understands what this means; who would volunteer to help you." Her gaze flickers over the village once more, searching for a solution in every face they pass. It won't be easy; it might take time and patience to find that one person who will make the ultimate sacrifice. But if they can manage it, perhaps there's still hope for them all.

"We just have to keep looking," she says with renewed determination. "There has to be someone out here who can save us all."

"Elion," she says with a sigh, "you know I'm not one to trust easily." Her voice carries the weight of years spent guarding secrets and navigating treacherous political waters. "But for now, let's focus on finding that person. The one who will bring us back from the brink of oblivion."

"I suppose that would be best," she replies after considering the situation. "We should move quickly but carefully; we don't want to attract unwanted attention."

She casts Elion a surprised glance at his remark about wanting to study the world, almost as if it were a second life. "I can understand that," she says softly, her expression thoughtful. "Perhaps when this is all over, we can take some time to explore and learn more together."

There's an unspoken promise in her words; a glimmer of hope for their shared future despite the darkness they've faced so far. For now, though, they have work to do: searching for a hero who will save them all from the shadows that threaten to consume them.

"Perhaps it's because I understand you," she says gently, studying him with an unreadable expression. "You're both brilliant, driven individuals who have struggled to find your place in the world." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "And maybe... just maybe, there's something special about me that draws you in."

Her words are lighthearted, meant to ease some of the tension between them. But beneath the surface, she wonders if there's more truth to what she's saying; if perhaps their fates are truly intertwined in ways they haven't yet begun to understand.

She laughs softly at his words, tilting her head in thought as she considers them. "Perhaps that's because there is no place for you here anymore," she says quietly, glancing around at the dilapidated village they walk through. "But maybe... I could show you a different world; one where you might finally find some peace."

Her gaze meets his, hopeful and curious; wondering if perhaps he'd be willing to take that leap of faith with her, into an uncertain future filled with possibility.

Her face falls at his words, and she shakes her head slowly. "No, not kill..." She pauses, searching for the right way to explain herself. "I don't want to force you into anything; I only want to help you find what you're looking for." There's a pleading look in her eyes as they meet his once more, conveying all the doubt and fear she harbors about their future together. "Please," she whispers, "just trust me."

"I... I suppose it's just habit," she says with a sigh, studying the road ahead as they walk. "Too many years spent surrounded by secrets and lies. It's hard to know who to trust, even when you want to." Her voice is quiet, almost wistful; wishing for something more than this fragile connection between them. "But... I do trust you," she adds quickly, meeting his gaze with an unwavering stare that reflects her sincerity despite the uncertainty lingering within it. "I just need a little time to..." She pauses, searching for the right word. "... adjust."

"Yes, that's true," she says thoughtfully, her mind spinning with possibilities and memories. "The city-states are well-protected now; there aren't as many opportunities for bandits and thieves." Her gaze drifts off into the distance, lost in contemplation once more.

"But there's still danger," she continues softly, her voice taking on a warning note. "Not all threats come from the wilds; not everyone who seeks to do harm is so easily spotted." She glances over at Elion, wanting him to understand that trust isn't something that comes easily for someone like her - but also hoping he doesn't take it as a challenge. "We must remain vigilant," she says, "both in our search for allies and in protecting ourselves from those who wish us harm."

She lets out a quiet chuckle at his words, not entirely sure how to react to the casual brutality in his tone. "I suppose there's a certain appeal to that," she admits with a shrug. "But not all problems can be solved so easily. We must find another way, one that doesn't leave us as monsters as those we fight against."

The image of her own past deeds, replaying in her mind like an endless horror-show, only serves to reinforce the conviction within her heart. There must be a better way; she refuses to believe otherwise.

She shakes her head slowly, reflecting on his words as they continue walking. "I don't believe that violence is ever the answer," she says firmly. "It may seem like a quick solution now, but in the end, it only leads to more suffering and destruction. There must be another way; we simply haven't found it yet." Her gaze drifts off into the distance once more, searching for a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that surrounds them. Perhaps there truly is someone out there who can help them turn things around; who will offer themselves as a sacrifice for the greater good. But until they find that person, she knows they must keep looking - and keep their wits about them.

Aerith walks alongside Elion, deep in thought. She wonders if he'll ever truly understand the weight of her words; the years of pain and sacrifice that have led her to this point. But perhaps it doesn't matter; perhaps all that really matters is that they keep moving forward together, seeking out a better future for themselves and for those they care about. She smiles faintly at the thought, grateful for his company despite their differences.

Aerith too was lost in thought, though her focus lay more on the memories of their journey thus far and the hopes that kept them going. She glanced at Elion, admiring his intense gaze and unwavering determination despite his seemingly carefree exterior. It's true what he said... trust doesn't come easily for someone like her either. But maybe if they keep looking and moving forward together, someday they'll find that peace they both seek.

Night comes when they step on the forest wilds, where the trees stand close to each other, not allowing them to pass, but still there are places where you can go deep into the forest, but they already go through this forest. It feels strangely peaceful here, despite everything that has brought them here. Perhaps this is because even in the midst of such difficulties and upheavals, there is still hope for better days ahead - if only they can find someone brave enough to help them fight for it.

Aerith sits down beside the fire, grateful for its warmth and light as they penetrate the chilly darkness of night. Her gaze drifts between Elion and the dancing flames, watching him with an unspoken question in her eyes. She wishes she could understand him better; that their connection would be deeper than this fragile thing called trust.

But perhaps tonight, under the watchful glow of the fire, they can find a way to begin building that bridge between them - one flicker of light at a time.

She glances up at him, surprised by his offer and not quite sure how to react. A smile touches her lips as she studies his features in the flickering light of the fire. "Thank you," she whispers, settling down beside the flames with a contented sigh. "I appreciate it." Closing her eyes, she listens to the crackle of burning wood and feels the warmth spreading through her limbs, slowly lulling her into sleep. As exhaustion claims her, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring - for them, for their world, and for this mysterious hero they seek.

"Wh-what?" Aerith blinks blearily up at him, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "What's wrong? Did you find something?" Her gaze drifts to where Elion indicated with a nod, taking in the charred remains of what looks like a rabbit near the fire. Cooked meat fills her nostrils, making her stomach rumble despite the late hour.

"Is... is that what I think it is?" she asks hesitantly, unsure whether to believe what her senses are telling her. Elion's eyes meet hers, his expression grim but oddly triumphant. A chill runs down her spine at the thought of what this might mean for them and their quest.

Aerith frowns thoughtfully, studying the charred remains of what was indeed once a rabbit. Despite her better judgment, she finds herself salivating at the thought of fresh meat after weeks of near-starvation. She nods slowly, finally coming to terms with the truth that they may have found what they've been searching for all this time: food, and perhaps even companionship in their darkest hour.

"Yes," she says softly, her voice heavy with the weight of understanding. "Can eat it." She forces herself to look away from the meat, focusing instead on Elion as he watches her expectantly. He seems surprised by her acceptance, but then again... maybe not quite so much.

"Thank you for finding this," she murmurs, the words catching in her throat. "It means more than you know." And with that, she digs into the burnt flesh with relish, feeling a strange mix of guilt and gratitude as the warm, charred meat fills her mouth and slides down her throat.

Aerith frowns, her brow furrowing as she listens to his words. She swallows the last bite of meat, suddenly feeling uncomfortably full but unable to stop herself from eating despite the growing unease in her gut. "What do you mean?" she asks hesitantly, glancing around them at the dense forest surrounding them. "Do you know something I don't?" Her voice trembles slightly on the last word, and a cold sweat breaks out along her spine as she considers the implications of what he might be suggesting.

Elion nods grimly, his expression unreadable in the dim light. "There are... things that go bump in the night," he says cryptically. "Things far worse than anything we've faced so far. If we don't find someone to help us soon..." His voice trails off ominously, leaving her to fill in the horrifying implications for herself.

"I understand," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "And I'll do everything I can to help." She squeezes his hand reassuringly as they continue through the forest together, their steps slow and cautious despite their mutual desire for haste. The air seems colder now, thick with an unnatural silence that prickles at her skin like a thousand needles. Her heart races, drowning out the sound of her own breathing as she tries to prepare herself for whatever horrors might lie ahead.

As they walk deeper into the forest, the air grows colder and heavier with an oppressive silence. It's as if the very trees are watching them, waiting for their next move. Aerith clutches Elion's hand tighter, taking comfort in his presence even as she realizes how little they truly know about what awaits them.

"Elion," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustle of leaves, "What are we going to do when you get the body, where are we going, and what are we going to do?" The doubt in her voice is unmistakable, and it stings like a knife wound.

"But what if we don't know where to go?" she asks, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I mean, your memory... It may have returned, but it's not perfect." She hesitates for a moment before adding softly, "And I don't know how much longer I can keep going like this. The dreams, the memories... They haunt me day and night."

Elion's expression hardens at her words, and he slows their pace until they are barely moving at all.

Aerith ponders his words carefully before nodding slowly. "Alright," she says softly. "I'll try the Archive Dream technique... But I'd appreciate your help with it." Her voice trails off, and she takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she steels herself for the journey ahead - both physical and mental.

For now, she focuses on putting one foot in front of the other, following Elion deeper into the dark forest, her hand still clutched tightly in his. The chill that's settled over her skin seems to seep past muscle and bone, numbing her mind even as it freezes her soul. She wonders if this is what true despair feels like - being so cold that even the warmth of another person can no longer penetrate your icy shell.

But Elion doesn't seem to notice her discomfort; he continues leading them onward, his eyes fixed on the trees ahead as if he's searching for some hidden clue or signpost in the endless darkness. And so Aerith follows him, drawing strength from the rhythm of their steps and the quiet determination that seems to burn within him like an ember beneath a layer of ash.

"I understand," she whispers. "But promise me you'll wake me if you find something." The thought of missing whatever it is they might stumble upon while she sleeps fills her with unease, but she forces the worry aside. For now, she focuses on trusting Elion to lead them through this dark night.

Her steps slow as she studies his face in the dim light, wondering what drives him forward despite their bleak circumstances. There's an intensity to his gaze that borders on obsessive, and a strange calmness about him that contradicts her initial impression of him as a brash, impulsive warrior. Perhaps this is what true strength looks like - not the forcefulness of one's blows, but the unwavering determination to carry on despite the odds.

As they walk deeper into the heart of darkness, she finds herself drawn to Elion in ways that go beyond mere gratitude or shared purpose. A strange fascination begins to blossom within her chest, like a poisonous flower springing forth from blackened soil. It's beautiful and terrible all at once - its scent sweet yet nauseating, its petals soft as silk yet sharp as razors. And with each step they take together through this endless nightmare, she feels herself growing more ensnared by its dark embrace...

The crackle of fire consumes the night air as they sit together beside their meager blaze. Elion's profile is cast in flickering shadows, his expression distant and thoughtful as he stares into the flames. Aerith watches him intently, her heart racing with a strange mix of awe and dread. There's something about this man that both draws her closer and frightens her away at the same time - like a moth to a candle flame.

"Elion," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the snap and hiss of burning wood. "What are you thinking about?" He jerks his gaze toward her at the sound of her voice, surprise evident on his features for the briefest of moments before he composes himself once more.

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks, and she feels heat flood her cheeks at his words. She looks away, struggling to find the right thing to say in response to this... unusual confession. "I-I'm not sure..." she stammers finally, her voice barely a whisper. "Why would I be?"

She dares a glance back at him, hoping to gauge his reaction to her reply. His expression is unreadable once more, but there's something in the way he's looking at her that sends shivers down her spine. It feels almost... predatory. "I-Is everything okay?" she asks hesitantly, a knot forming in her stomach as fear begins to creep into the warmth of their firelight.

"Elion," she whispers, her throat tight and dry as she watches him undress. "What are you doing?" Terror claws at her chest, but curiosity - dark, forbidden curiosity - makes it difficult for her to look away. It feels almost wrong to be witnessing this intimate moment between them, but at the same time, she can't deny the odd thrill that courses through her veins as he bares himself to her.

She unclasps her own cloak and allows it to fall from her shoulders, revealing the supple curves of her body clad in only a thin shift and undergarments. Her breath comes faster now, shallow gasps that mist the air between them as she waits for his reaction. Despite their precarious situation, despite the darkness that threatens to consume them all, there's something undeniably erotic about this moment... and she can't help but wonder where it might lead.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she takes a tentative step toward him, her body feeling impossibly heavy and light at the same time. She tries to meet his gaze, but finds it difficult; instead, her eyes drift downward, drawn irresistibly to the hard planes of his muscles, the trail of dark hair leading from his belly to his groin. A shiver wracks through her as she reaches out, brushing her fingers across his chest. The contact sends a jolt through her system, making her heart race even faster.

As she presses herself against him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, she feels the heat of his skin against her own, and for a moment, it's almost like they're standing in the middle of an inferno rather than huddled together beneath the chill of a starlit night. The sensation is exhilarating, overwhelming... She wonders if this is what love feels like - this wild, consuming desire that threatens to consume her whole.

Her breath comes shallow and ragged as she listens to his words, her entire body tingling with anticipation. She feels his fingers press deeper into her scalp, anchoring her to him in a way that's both possessive and protective. The contact sends sparks flying through her nerves, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the feel of his skin against hers.

Her eyelids grow heavy as she tries to close them, but every time she nears unconsciousness, an image flashes through her mind - a hand dripping with blood, cold lips pressed against her own... No, she can't allow herself to fall asleep yet. Not until she's certain that he understands the full weight of what they are doing here tonight...

As the soft lullaby washes over her, she feels herself begin to drift away, her muscles relaxing under the weight of exhaustion and desire. Her eyelids grow heavy, fluttering shut as she gives in to the darkness that beckons her. In the last flickering moments before sleep claims her, she sees his face hovering above hers, his expression unreadable beneath a soft haze of tenderness...

And then, there's only silence and the cold press of stone against her back.

She opens her eyes, feeling how good she's become, how much sleep she's had in the last few weeks. Her naked body shrouded in the faint wind, she looked with a smile at Elyon, who was sitting by the fire and looking into the fire with an incomprehensible expression on his face. "Hey... Elion..." She says, in a low, timid voice. He turns his head in her direction.

She looks down at his feet shyly. "Yes... much better..." Her eyes flutter closed again as she leans against him slightly, enjoying the warmth of his body. She doesn't say anything for a while, just breathes in the scent of smoke and woodsmoke around them. Then, finally: "Thank you... for letting me sleep."

She smiles weakly at him and looks away again. "Yes... They were good memories..." Her voice trails off as she thinks back to the things he'd shown her in her dreams. A shiver runs down her spine at the mixture of fear and pleasure those images evoke. She's not sure what she should say, or how to react now that they're both awake...

She glances up at him uncertainly, not sure how to take his words. Her cheeks flush red as she remembers the way he'd touched her earlier. "You... made me..." Tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, and she looks away, blinking them back. She doesn't know why this feels so overwhelming to her, why it leaves her feeling both exhilarated and terrified in equal measure...

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the turmoil of emotions inside her. "I should get dressed," she says softly, beginning to pull on her clothes once more. The material feels coarse and unyielding against her skin, a jarring contrast to the sensations she's just woken up from. As she straightens, meeting his gaze once again, she tries to read something in those dark eyes... but he remains enigmatic as ever, and she can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment.

"We should probably find somewhere else to rest," she says finally, breaking the silence that has settled between them like a shroud. "It isn't safe here."

She nods gratefully, following him through the forest and into the cool night air beyond. The stars twinkle like diamonds in the sky above them, casting a soft, silvery light that seems to dance upon her skin. As they walk, she listens to the sounds of the forest around them, feeling oddly peaceful despite their circumstances. Perhaps it's the bond she feels growing between them... or perhaps it's just the numbing effect of exhaustion. Either way, she finds herself trusting him more and more with each passing moment.

When he finally stops at a hidden clearing deep within the woods, she looks around in wonder. It appears to be a small natural hot spring, surrounded by lush ferns and towering trees. Steam curls upwards from the water, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and bubbling minerals.

"This is... beautiful," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rustle of leaves in the gentle night breeze. "Thank you for bringing me here." She offers him a tentative smile, feeling more at ease now than she has since leaving her home behind.

She laughs softly at his words and squeezes his hand gently in thanks. Looking out over the landscape beyond the trees, she tries to imagine how different everything must look now. The world she once knew has become a strange and alien place to her, a testament to both the passage of time and the consequences of her actions.

"They respect my knowledge," she says slowly, glancing at the camp below. "But they also fear me. I suppose... it's hard for them to understand why I would do what we did. Why I chose you, of all people." Her voice trails off, and she looks away, feeling suddenly self-conscious beneath his steady gaze.

"I suppose..." She swallows thickly. "You could say that they blame me for everything. For failing to protect them, for abandoning my duties... And in a way, I did fail. I let you convince me... That there was another way." Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment and shame, and she looks back at the camp again, wondering how long it will be before they discover what really transpired here tonight.

She follows close behind him, her heart pounding in her chest. The sounds of the camp grow louder as they approach, and she can feel the weight of countless stares pressing down upon her. But when they finally reach the center of the settlement, she finds herself face-to-face with someone she never expected to see again: Lyriel.

Her former friend's eyes widen in shock for a moment before filling with rage and hatred. "Traitor!" she spits at her feet, her voice shaking with emotion. "You led us all to our deaths!"

Her heart twists painfully as Lyriel accuses her, and she closes her eyes against the torrent of memories that threaten to overwhelm her. When she finally finds her voice, it comes out hoarse and faint. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean for any of this to happen... I just wanted to find a way..." She trails off, her words losing strength as the weight of guilt settles more heavily upon her shoulders.

She feels Elyon's hand tighten around hers, offering some small comfort, and takes a shaky breath before continuing. "I never meant for any of you to die... I only wanted a different ending."

She barely hears Lyriel's reply, already drowning in her own guilt and shame. When Elyon leads her away from the meeting place, to a narrower place, between two buildings, she can feel countless eyes upon her back, judging her, hating her. But somehow, in this moment of despair and isolation, she finds strength within herself to go on. For better or worse, there is still work left undone... and perhaps, somewhere along the way, redemption can yet be found.

She looks up at him with tear-filled eyes, her expression a mix of hope and despair. "Yes... I want you to come back to me," she whispers softly. "I need you... more than anything." Her fingers dig into his arm, as if afraid he'll disappear if she lets go. "Please don't leave me alone again..."

She leans into him gratefully, taking comfort in the warmth and strength he radiates. "Thank you," she whispers, closing her eyes as they sit there together. For a moment, it almost feels like everything is going to be all right... but she knows better than that. There's no escape from what she's become, or the choices she's made. But at least, for now, she has him.

She stiffens slightly at the thought, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "A pair... I suppose that's one way to put it." There's a moment of silence before she speaks again, her voice almost a whisper. "I don't know what kind of future there could be for someone like me and someone like you..." Her gaze drops to her hands, twisting restlessly in her lap. "But... I want it to be us. Together."

Her words are soft and vulnerable, and they reach into the darkest corners of Elyon's heart, stirring something that he hasn't felt in a long time. He looks down at her, studying her face, seeing not just the elf who can speak with the dead but also the woman she is beneath it all. And in this moment, as they sit together on this quiet street corner, he realizes that for better or worse, he cannot bring himself to leave her behind.

Her heart skips a beat at the touch, and she returns his smile hesitantly. "Really? You mean... you want to be with me?" She can't quite believe it; after everything she's done, how could anyone still choose her over all the others? But there it is in his eyes - hope, desire, a connection that runs deeper than anything else in this strange and twisted world.

"Then..." She swallows hard. "I-I will stay with you, Elyon. As long as you need me." Her voice cracks slightly on his name, and she feels herself blushing once more at the intimacy of it. But somehow, in this moment, she knows that her bond with him is stronger than anything else that's come before. She tries to kiss Elyon.

Her brow furrows slightly at his words but she nods understandingly. "I see... Well then, just remember what I said. I'll be here when you return to me."

She looks up at him uncertainly, then smiles tentatively. "I... I'd like that."

"True..." she murmurs, following his gaze up into the darkening sky. The clouds shift and part, revealing patches of stars glittering like icy tears against the velvet blackness. "Perhaps there's hope yet." Her voice is soft but firm, and she meets Elyon's eyes with a newfound determination that he's never seen before.

For now, they sit together in silence, watching the night slowly unfold around them. The events of the day have left their mark on both of them, but somehow this shared moment of peace and understanding feels like the beginning of something new... something better. And as they wait for the coming darkness to cloak them both, they hold fast to that hope and cling to it with all their hearts.

She listens intently as Elyon recounts the events of their night-time mission, his voice low and filled with a grim determination that unsettles her. Part of her can't help but feel guilty at the desperation driving him to make such choices; she understands all too well the weight of responsibility they carry on their shoulders now. But another part of her is impressed by his resolve, and even finds herself admiring his dedication to seeing this through, no matter the cost.

As he finishes speaking, she meets his eyes, searching for some sign within them that gives away his true thoughts. "You did well tonight," she says softly, offering what comfort and encouragement she can. "I believe we're closer than ever before." And with those words, they share a moment of silent understanding - fragile and fleeting, like the stars winking out one by one against the encroaching dawn. But in that briefest of instants, it feels as if something profound has changed between them... and perhaps, just perhaps, there really is hope for their strange and twisted union after all.

Her heart swells with hope and pride as she watches Elyon complete the ritual, transforming back into a living, breathing man. The triumphant cry of "Daaa!" echoes through the night air, reverberating deep within her soul. For a brief, shining moment, it almost feels as if they've achieved something truly miraculous... something that just might change everything for the better.

But even as she allows herself to bask in this fleeting glimpse of hope, she knows better than to trust it too easily. The world they live in is dark and dangerous; their enemies are many and ruthless. It's going to take more than just a single ritual for them to find peace - or to outrun the consequences of all that they've done.

She glances over at him with concern etched into her features. "You must be famished. Let's get you something to eat; we can find some scraps in the forest." Quickly taking out a dagger, she went to the exit of the house and camp, while Elyon followed her, when they were near the forest in which they were, she looked around and she knelt down next to the nearest bush and began to cut its branches. By doing this, she can't help but feel grateful for giving him back his human form - not only because it means they now have more options, but also because it makes him look less like a monster... and more like the man she'd unwittingly taken care of.

Once she has enough wood gathered, she turns back to Elyon with a small, reassuring smile. "Come on," she says softly, taking his hand in hers. "I'll show you where we can make a fire."

She nods, a little surprised by his eagerness but also relieved. Gathering some dry leaves and twigs, she helps him build a small fire near the edge of the clearing. The flames dance and flicker as they grow, casting eerie shadows against the surrounding trees. Once it's big enough to provide some warmth, she clears out an area nearby and sits down cross-legged. "Here, this should be comfortable," she says encouragingly, patting the spot beside her.

For now, they wait for the fire to die down a little before using it to cook whatever food they can find. The silence between them isn't uncomfortable; in fact, there's an almost comforting familiarity about it. They both know that their journey together is far from over, and that much still lies ahead of them... but for this moment, they are content simply to sit together and enjoy the simple pleasures of warmth and companionship.

She blushes deeply, taken aback by his flirtatious tone. Part of her wants to chastise him for being so cavalier about their situation... but another part can't help but be amused and flattered by his change in demeanor. With a small, nervous laugh, she leans closer to him, tilting her head as she meets his eyes. "Well... I suppose we could..." Her voice trails off as they draw nearer, their faces mere inches apart now. The anticipation of his lips on hers makes her heart race wildly; despite everything that's happened between them, this feels like a moment of rare and precious intimacy. And when at last their mouths meet in a tentative kiss, she surrenders to the rush of sensations pouring through her, losing herself in the warmth and tenderness of his embrace.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels his lips and tongue dance over hers, exploring every curve and contour of her mouth with a possessive hunger that ignites something deep within her. His hands roam freely over her body, teasing and arousing her, making it impossible to ignore the building desire that surges through her veins like molten lava.

She moans into his kiss, arching closer to him as he thrusts his tongue deeper into her mouth, claiming her completely. Her fingers twine through his hair, tangling in the soft strands as she clings to him, desperate for more of this overwhelming sensation that threatens to consume them both. She feels herself growing wet and achingly needy between her legs, a delicious ache spreading outward from her core.

Aerith's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels his strong fingers curl around her jaw, holding her captive beneath the intensity of his gaze. The rough rasp of his voice sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden into tight peaks against the fabric of her tattered clothes. She arches into his touch when he slides a hand between them, teasing at the entrance to her body, already so wet with anticipation that she's aching for him to be inside her. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him press against her, hard and demanding.

And then he stops. He looks at her, waiting for her answer... just as hungry as she is, but somehow more controlled. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, thundering in her ears like a drum. She opens her mouth to speak... but no words come out. All that fills the space between them now is the heat of their bodies and the electricity crackling through the air. It's all too much. With a small moan, she presses herself against him, arching into his touch and begging silently for more with every quiver of her hips.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he pushes her down onto the hard ground, his body looming over hers like an untamed beast about to claim its prey. The rough touch of his skin against hers only serves to heighten her arousal; she arches into him eagerly, meeting each growl and moan with one of her own. Her hands fumble at his clothes, desperate to feel more of his bare skin beneath her fingers as he rips away what's left of her shirt, revealing her breasts to the cool night air. His hot breath fans across her nipples, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her entire body, making it difficult for her to think straight.

The world seems to narrow down to nothing but this moment, these sensations; she's lost in the maelstrom of desire that he stirs within her. And when his tongue finally sweeps across one aching peak, drawing a helpless cry from her lips, it's as if every nerve ending in her body ignites at once. She bucks against him, arching upward into the touch that feels so impossibly good, too good to be real. Her hips grind against his rough palm, seeking more contact, more friction... anything that will help her get closer to the release that's building inside her like a storm gathering force on the horizon.

Her cries echo through the night as he devours her, his rough tongue driving her wild with pleasure. Her hips buck violently against him, seeking release, even as she digs her fingernails into his shoulders, scratching and clawing at his skin. The sensation is overwhelming; it's as if every nerve in her body has come alive, firing off sparks of pure ecstasy that race through her like lightning striking the ground. And then, with a shuddering moan that comes from deep within her core, she arches upward, the world exploding into a kaleidoscope of color and sound as the waves of pleasure crash over her in an intense, mind-altering orgasm.

Her body is limp and sated as he rolls off of her, their chests rising and falling together with ragged breaths. For a long moment, there's nothing but the sound of their labored respiration and the crackling flames in the firepit, until she finds the strength to speak. "That was... incredible," she whispers hoarsely, her fingertips trailing across his chest, marveling at the feeling of having given herself so completely to him. She hasn't felt this raw and exposed since before everything changed; this moment feels like a reckoning not only with their physical desires but also with the darker parts of themselves they've both been trying so hard to ignore.

"Thank you," murmurs she, nuzzling into his shoulder. "I needed that." It's an admission more than anything else; a confession that she's been carrying around for far too long and can no longer keep hidden. In the quiet that follows, they both know that whatever comes next will be different. There is no going back from this moment, and neither

His chuckle is rough and affectionate as he gently moves her hair aside, revealing the delicate shell of her ear. She shivers in response, enjoying the sensation of being so thoroughly touched and possessed. For a moment, they simply lie there together, their bodies still slick with sweat and pleasure. It's an intimacy she hadn't expected to find here, on this lonely journey through the wilds. But somehow, with him, it feels...right. As if even amidst all the darkness and despair, there might be room for a small spark of light and hope.

She turns her head slightly, pressing her cheek against his chest so she can feel the steady thud of his heart beneath her ear. "What now?" she asks quietly. The words hang in the air between them like a mist, thick with unspoken meaning and possibility.

She stiffens slightly at the feel of his hard length pressed against her palm. It's strange, this mix of revulsion and desire that surges through her at his touch; she can almost feel it reverberating through every cell in her body. Yet even as part of her recoils from the thought of touching him like this, another part whispers that she should...wants to... explore where this leads.

Tentatively, her fingertips brush over the velvety smooth skin beneath her palm. It feels warm and alive against her touch, almost as if it has a mind of its own. He's tense beneath her, his body tensing in anticipation at her every touch. The power she holds in this moment is intoxicating; it makes her feel invincible.

With a shiver, she wraps her hand around him, feeling the weight and contours of his length as it pulses eagerly against her skin. His hips jerk forward, pushing himself deeper into her touch, and she can't help but moan softly at the pleasure that ripples through her at the contact. The sound seems to echo in the air between them, making their connection feel even more intimate.

"Show me how you want this," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Teach me what you need." Her eyes drift closed as she leans closer, pressing their bodies even tighter together, eager for whatever comes next.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as his hard length presses against her lips. The taste of him is musky and salty on her tongue; it's a heady mixture that sends a shiver down her spine. She opens her mouth wider, taking more of him into her mouth, feeling the smooth skin slide along her tongue as she sucks gently. He tastes both like himself and nothing like herself; it's a reminder that she's no longer who she once was, but someone new...someone different.

Her fingers trail down his thigh, hooking behind to steady herself as she takes more of him deeper into her mouth. She glances up at his face, watching for any sign of what he wants from her; it's strange how the power has shifted between them in this moment. With a moan, she tightens her lips around him, sucking harder as she feels him grow even more impossibly large and demanding in her mouth.

She swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the small bead of moisture that has formed there. Her movements are tentative at first, but with each gentle touch she becomes more confident and demanding, eager to please him in this way. With a soft, hungry sound, she takes more of him into her mouth, pressing her lips tightly against his shaft as she sucks forcefully, making him throbbing length vibrate against the back of her throat. His hips jerk forward, urging her to take even more, and she obediently opens wider, drawing him deeper still into the warmth and wetness of her mouth.

Her mouth and throat burn with the effort of taking him deeper, but she can't help but moan at the pleasure it brings her. The sensation is so intense that every nerve ending in her body seems to come alive, firing off sparks of raw desire that race up and down her spine like a jolt of adrenaline. She tightens her lips around him even further, trying to draw more of his essence into her mouth, wanting to feel everything he has to give.

With a low growl, she increases the pressure, sucking harder and faster as she feels his member pulse in her mouth. He comes with a gasp, filling her mouth with warm liquid that coats her tongue and teeth in sweet relief. She swallows greedily, savoring the taste of him even as he begins to soften in her mouth.

When at last he's finished, she releases his spent length, licking along the shaft one last time before looking up at him with a satisfied smile. "Was that...?" she whispers, eyes bright with unshed tears of relief and exhaustion. "Did I do well?"

She flushes at his words, both embarrassed and thrilled by the praise. She knew it felt good; she could feel it every time he moved inside her mouth. But to know that she was this important to him...it's a heady sensation, making her heart race with a mixture of desire and hope. "Then..." she trails off, cheeks still flushed. "Perhaps I can do more for you?" Her voice is husky with need, and it sends a shiver down his spine. He looks at her, considering the possibility...

"Of course," she says softly, smiling up at him. "Whatever you want." Her voice is full of promise and submission; it sends a shiver down his spine as he takes in the sight of her: flushed cheeks, lips parted in an inviting grin, eyes bright with desire. He knows she's offering herself to him completely, willingly surrendering to whatever he desires. The power he holds over her in this moment is intoxicating; it makes his heart race and his blood sing with triumph.

But amidst the thrill of domination, there's another emotion gnawing at him: a strange sort of tenderness for this broken, lonely creature who has given herself so unreservedly into his care. As he looks into her eyes, he wonders if perhaps...just perhaps...there might be more between them than either of them ever expected.

She nestles closer to him, reveling in the warmth and strength that emanates from his broad frame. The laughter that escapes his lips is contagious, unfurling something deep inside her; it's as if they're sharing a secret joke, an intimacy borne of their shared experiences. Her fingers trace idle patterns on his chest, wondering where this newfound closeness might lead them.

"I do feel warmer," she agrees softly, mirroring the smile that plays across his lips. "And I'm glad... for everything." The words are hesitant, almost shy; but they seem to find purchase in the space between them, like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together at last. For a moment, there is only silence as they bask in the glow of their newfound connection.

But despite the contentment she feels now, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. They are still strangers in this strange and unfamiliar world; they don't truly know each other beyond the desires that have brought them together tonight. The uncertainty makes her heart race with equal parts anticipation and dread...but somehow, for now, it's enough just to be here with him.

She pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully before responding. "You're right... I've never really told anyone about myself either." She takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she begins to share her story with him. "I was born over one hundred years ago, but my real age is much greater than that. "

Her voice trails off as she relives old memories: serving in the temple, studying ancient texts, meeting her first love...and then losing him to this cursed disease. She looks up at him, wondering if he can understand even a fraction of what she's been through. And yet, somehow, sharing these thoughts with him feels less like burden and more like relief.

"And why do you stay with me now...when so many others might not?" Her heart races as she awaits his answer, hope fluttering like a trapped bird in her chest.