Tarik rushed ahead, leaving his army behind, to reach Lissana's location. His heart was racing and his hands trembled with fear; the person he cared for the most was exposed to grave danger.
Why did no one stop her? he wondered.
He thought this as he crossed the desert and arrived at the camp, where he had landed.
Lissana was taken aback when she saw Tarik descending from the sky on his winged horse. He looked as handsome as a prince coming to rescue his princess, or at least that's how she saw him, although in reality, she didn't need to be rescued.
_ LISSANA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!
Lissana was already growing tired of that question, but seeing him pale and with trembling hands, not out of fear of the army behind him, but because something might happen to her.
She took his hand;
