At Anthony's words, Warlord Raelith's thoughts shifted, drifting through distant memories he had long tucked away. Once, he too had tried his hand at love, those days of soft laughter, fleeting warmth, and emotions that once stirred something human in him. But that was in the past. Those memories were like faint embers of a fire long extinguished. Now, all that mattered to him was the katana, the blade, the path of endless refinement.
To him, Anthony was still young, barely at the beginning of his journey when it came to matters of the heart. He hadn't yet experienced the cruel trials that came with time. After all, time was love's greatest enemy. Passion burns bright in the beginning, but would he and Vega's affection remain the same, untouched and unwavering centuries from now? The universe had seen countless romances ignite like stars, only to fade into cold ash when centuries passed and emotions eroded.
