The morning sun was bright, its rays streaming through the glass walls of the towering office building. Outside, the air was crisp, and the streets bustled with life as cars honked and people hurried along the sidewalks.
Anastasia stepped out of the sleek black car first, her hand firmly holding Elsa's. The young moon elf's silver hair shimred in the sunlight, her delicate features glowing with innocence and curiosity. She was, dressed in a simple white dress with tiny lavender embroidery at the hem.
Anastasia, tall and poised, wore a tailored navy-blue blazer paired with a cream blouse and matching trousers. Her deep auburn hair was swept into a neat bun, and she exuded an air of calm authority as she guided Elsa toward the entrance.
As the automatic doors slid open, a cheerful voice greeted them.
Lizzie stood at the entrance, her bright smile lighting up her face. She was a petite woman in her early twenties, with auburn hair tied in a ponytail and warm hazel eyes. Dressed in a beige cardigan and a modest pencil skirt, Lizzie looked every bit the welcoming and hot secretary.
"Ms. Anastasia, it's been a while," Lizzie said, stepping forward and shaking her hand warmly. Her eyes shifted to Elsa, softening instantly. "And look who finally decided to visit us?" she teased.
"You know Elsa?" Anastasia asked, a flicker of confusion crossing her face as she glanced at the small elf beside her.
Lizzie smirked, crossing her arms playfully. "I t her before you did, Ms. Anastasia. Of course, I know the genius little elf!"
Elsa blinked, her large silver eyes wide with a mix of shyness and curiosity. After a hesitant mont, she gave a small, polite bow. "It's nice to et you again," she said softly.
Lizzie crouched down to Elsa's level, her smile warm. "Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing? It's wonderful to have you here again, Elsa." Straightening up, she gestured toward the building's entrance. "Co on in, both of you. I've been told to escort you."
"Pyris and his unnecessary gestures," Anastasia muttered, shaking her head.
"Actually," Lizzie corrected, a slight edge in her tone that Anastasia caught but didn't comnt on, "it was Ms. Esralda. The boss is really... like really busy right now."
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The lobby opened up before them, a spacious area with high ceilings and a sleek modern design. Polished floors reflected the soft, golden sunlight streaming through the massive windows. Employees moved efficiently through the space, offering bows as they passed.
"This place never loses its grandeur," Anastasia murmured, nodding in acknowledgnt to the employees as they passed.
Lizzie walked ahead, her voice light as she chatted. "We've prepared everything as you requested. The boss will be waiting for you in the office."
"Thank you, Lizzie," Anastasia replied, her lips curling into a rare smile.
Elsa clung to Anastasia's side, her gaze darting around the lobby in awe. The shiny surfaces, the hum of quiet activity—it all seed to hold her attention.
When they reached the elevator, Lizzie opened the door and gestured for them to enter. "Here we are."
They stepped inside, and the elevator slid upward with a soft hum. A pleasant chi signaled their arrival, and as the doors opened, Pyris was already waiting outside.
Elsa was the first to react. With a delighted squeal, she rushed into his open arms, her giggles filling the hallway as Pyris swung her up and placed teasing kisses on her cheeks.
"Big brother!" she laughed, her small arms wrapping around his neck.
The sound of her giggles echoed as they walked down the hallway toward Pyris's office.
Esralda's door opened as they passed, and the elegant vampire stepped out with a welcoming smile. "Anastasia," she greeted warmly.
The two exchanged pleasantries, their familiarity evident. They'd known each other for years, even before Esralda had joined Obsidian Tech—thanks to Emberly.
Elsa greeted Esralda as well, her cheeks puffing up when the vampire reached down to pinch them gently.
"That's for big brother only," Elsa huffed, her voice adorably serious.
The three won laughed, and Pyris couldn't help but smirk as he watched the scene. Once Esralda led Anastasia and Elsa into the office, Pyris caught Lizzie's gaze.
"Let's talk," he said simply.
Lizzie bowed slightly in acknowledgnt before following him toward the rooftop.
In the shadows, Mira watched silently, letting out a soft sigh. Pyris had been right—this kind of thing was infinitely harder than facing an army of gods even for her.
She herself was already struggling with her feelings, burying them as deep as possible. The idea of more drama piling onto the situation felt like walking willingly into chaos.
And yet, she couldn't deny the small sense of amusent she felt watching her Young Lord handle relationships with the sa helplessness she was trying to avoid herself.
The rooftop stretched out in clean, modern lines, the polished black tiles catching the morning light.
Reinforced glass panels surrounded the edges, gleaming faintly with a faint magical shimr. The sky above was soft and pale, the kind of blue that felt fresh and new, while below, the city unfurled like a map co to life. Streets curved and crisscrossed, tiny cars crawling along them, and the glint of water from the river reflected the sun like liquid silver.
It was beautiful in a quiet, unassuming way—vast and endless, but not overwhelming.
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Lizzie's heels clicked softly against the tiles as she stepped onto the rooftop, her movents easy and confident. Pyris followed behind her, hands shoved into his pockets, his face calm but distant. Neither of them seed the least bit fazed by the dizzying height.
This was just another place to stand for people like them—magic made the impossible feel ordinary.
The wind swirled around them, brisk and a little biting, tugging lightly at Lizzie's hair and Pyris's coat. They didn't speak at first, walking in sync toward the very edge where the city seed to drop off into infinity.
Lizzie leaned casually against the protective barrier, arms folded over her chest, while Pyris stood just to her left, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
For a while, the only sound was the low hum of the city below and the steady rhythm of the wind. Then, Lizzie broke the silence, her tone light but pointed. "So, what's on your mind?"
Pyris glanced at her, his sharp eyes catching the glint of the rising sun. "You already know what."
Lizzie smirked but didn't reply imdiately, letting the weight of his words settle in the crisp morning air.
A faint distortion rippled through the air behind them—a quiet hum of power that neither could ignore.
Soone had arrived.
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