Chapter 88

Chapter 88

The night was not so dark anymore, the moon had finally begun to peek through the clouds, like it was being urged by a friend.

In the quiet of the night, with the moon casting its soft, silvery glow, Noah sat cross legged under the open sky, Myla straddling him with each of Myla's legs on each of his sides. His body ached from the wounds he had sustained during the recent battle, and exhaustion weighed heavily upon him. The poison had overreached due to his emotions, nearly turning him blind, but there was something extraordinary happening, something that held him in a trance-like fascination.

Myla's eyes were fixed on his hands as her fingers danced gracefully through the air. Her touch seemed to conjure the moonlight itself, drawing it down in shimmering tendrils that enveloped Noah's injured body. It was a healing magic as old as time, passed down from the goddess of the moon herself.

Noah watched in awe as Myla's fingers moved with a fluidity that seemed almost otherwor