"Hold tighter."
Noticing that Amalia's arms were only loosely resting against her back without any force, Astrid softly reminded her while shaking her hair to let the ribbon guide more wind element particles around them.
Upon hearing this, Amalia silently raised her gaze, seeing a small patch of snow-white skin peeking out from the pure black dress, with a vivid red mark on the delicate collarbone that was particularly striking.
This mark... she must have made it last night...
Gently encircling Astrid's neck, Amalia turned her head away from the woman's face, allowing the warm breath to brush against her skin, remaining silent.
The next second, Amalia felt a sense of weightlessness sweep over her body.
The gray-black wall in front of her rapidly descended and suddenly disappeared at a certain moment, replaced by a lush lawn and a gray stone path covered with moist morning dew.
