The two blushed hearing that, cheeks blooming crimson under the realm's soft, ethereal light—Fay's fair skin turning rose, Sia's pale complexion glowing faintly as clouds around her throne swirled in flustered chaos.
Then the questions came in droves, tumbling over each other like an avalanche.
"What… what happened to you?" Fay asked first, emerald eyes unable to pull away from his blood-drop gaze, voice breathy with awe and something warmer.
"In… in just a few weeks, you've grown even stronger than us?" Sia added, pale blue hair drifting as her gaze traced every inch of his massive bat-like wings, the rose-pink veins pulsing like living starlight.
Her words carried disbelief, but her tone betrayed fascination.
The questions continued to flow—rapid, overlapping—as Ash floated cross-legged before them, the cloud thrones shifting slightly to face him fully.
Ash chuckled softly, scratching the back of his head with casual ease.
