Rachel's warm pink-gold aura slowly spread across the wild ground, making the air around them feel softer despite the roaring storms in the distance.
Garion looked at her for a long moment.
There were so many things he wanted to say. But in the end, only one thing came out. "Rachel…"
Rachel turned toward him gently. "Hm?"
Garion's expression became complicated. "About Giselle…"
The moment he said that name, Rachel's eyes softened immediately.
Garion clenched his fists slightly. "Atlas said she has grown."
Rachel paused.
Dahlia quietly looked away, sensing the mood changing again.
Garion's voice became heavier. "Five years passed while we were asleep. I thought she was still a baby. I thought I could still see everything from the beginning."
He looked down, his jaw tightening. "But I missed it."
Rachel looked at him silently.
Garion laughed bitterly. "Her first words, her first steps, the first time she called me Father… I missed all of it."
