_Author’s POV_
“Did you have another nightmare?” Cyric asked, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her forehead.
Zarelle nodded and decided to confide in Cyric about her dream. “Chief, do you still remember the terrorist attack I experienced in Bellemore five years ago?”
“Of course, I remember,” Cyric replied, his voice filled with memories.
How could he forget? Zarelle had been all alone in that war-torn city in Cordelia, and everyone in the Feymere family had been on edge, desperately trying to bring her back safely. Merek had even used his connections to send a team of mercenaries to ensure her return.
“At that time, a soldier saved me,” Zarelle began, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “But… I never got to know who he was.”
Now, with recent events fresh in
