When the song ended, Ery leaned in and whispered softly to Morgana, who nodded and took a few steps back, her expression a mix of gratitude and lingering excitent.
Across the dance floor, another striking figure in a golden dress stood waiting, her poised elegance drawing the eyes of many. Their gazes locked, and with a determined stride, Ery walked towards her.
"Would you care for a dance?" he asked, his voice steady and inviting.
The girl was Tessa Karat, and as she accepted his hand, a murmur of curiosity and intrigue rippled through the crowd. All eyes were on them as they began to dance, the shift in tone noticeable. This ti, the dance was more formal and restrained, yet it carried an undercurrent of intensity that belied their casual gestures.
As they moved gracefully across the floor, Tessa spoke into his mind with a ntal whisper,
Ery responded, his ntal voice calm but resolute, "Why?"
Ery sighed softly before replying, "I cannot just let them have their way… I have to fight."
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