Damien watched her, soaking in the sight of her perfect composure, the way she didn't pull away, didn't react beyond that brief, almost imperceptible hesitation.
She really was something else.
His thumb lingered against her skin for a fraction longer before he pulled away, his smirk deepening.
Elysia… of course it was her.
How could it not be?
Even before everything changed—even before he was here, in this world, in this body—he had favored her.
Elysia—The Unwavering Blade of the Elford Household.
In Shackles of Fate, she had never been a heroine.
The player could interact with her, speak to her, grow familiar with her presence—but she was a character that would never progress.
No matter how many conversations were had, no matter how much time was spent trying to reach her, the result was always the same.
She remained distant. A wall that could not be climbed.
And at first, Damien—the player—hadn't thought much of it.
