'...Weird.'
Aestrea frowned slighly.
He recalled a scene from long ago, when they actually found the Lost Battlefield of the Demon & Gods.
Back then, Tyrian had been oddly fixated on an ancient demonic formation hidden deep within the ruins.
It was a complex, multi-layered array that even Aestrea hadn't fully understood at the time. Yet Tyrian had approached it with strange familiarity, almost as if he already knew its secrets.
At the time, Aestrea had brushed it off as curiosity.
Now… he wasn't so sure.
He slowly picked up a glass of wine and took a sip, masking his thoughts. Around him, the girls continued chatting and laughing, completely unaware of the change in his mood.
"You sure you're okay? You look like you're thinking about something serious." Christina nuzzled closer to his shoulder.
Aestrea gently placed a hand on top of her head and stroked her golden hair.
"I'm fine," he said softly.
"Just old memories."
