Love
The flickering firelight cast warm shadows across the cavern walls as the last of the students retired for the night. Shania, muscles pleasantly sore from a day of intense training, sat by the crackling flames, the fragment of Xal'dar's essence clutched in her hand. It pulsed faintly, a malevolent echo of the darkness they fought against.
A deep chuckle broke the silence. Leor emerged from the shadows, his demonic features softened by the firelight. He knelt beside her, his gaze tracing the worry etched on her brow. "Still wrestling with Xal'dar's shard?"
Shania sighed, handing him the orb. "It's a constant reminder of the fight ahead. We've created something special here, but darkness always finds a way."
Leor took the orb, his touch sending a spark through her. "We'll face it together," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Just like we face everything else."