The air inside the cavernous training hall was thick with unspoken words. The clang of distant sparring faded as Chris turned from the sparring dummy, eyes sharp as he faced Valen.
Valen's fists clenched at his sides, eyes burning with frustration and something more vulnerable.
"Chris... we need to talk."
Chris's jaw tightened, his gaze cold but cautious.
"About what?"
Valen took a step forward, voice low but intense.
"About Aurelia."
Chris scoffed, crossing his arms.
"What about her? You're playing with fire, Valen. She's a goddess. Her father's not just some petty tyrant—he's a celestial sovereign."
"I know. But she's not just some prize to be claimed or a pawn to be played. She's… different."
Chris's expression hardened.
"You warned me once about falling for a goddess. Now you're doing the same thing. You think you can just run away, fake your death, and everything will be fine?"
Valen's voice cracked, revealing the weight of his choices.
"I had to. I didn't want to lose her—or myself."
Chris stepped closer, eyes fierce.
"You think love can save you from gods? From their wrath? You're risking everything—not just for you, but for everyone who cares about you."
Valen met his gaze, determination blazing.
"Then I'll risk it all."
Chris shook his head, a mixture of anger and sorrow.
"You're not the only one who's going to pay the price, Valen. Don't drag the rest of us down with you."
Silence hung heavy between them.
Valen turned away, the weight of his decision settling deep in his bones.