Eliminating Magic

The crackling of the fireplace filled the silence that lingered after Neron finished speaking. 

His words hung heavy in the air, a painful confession of the burdens he carried. Serah and Legris sat across from him, their faces etched with a mix of sympathy and sorrow.

"I never wanted any of this," Neron said softly, his voice almost a whisper. 

He stared at his hands, the faint glow of magical energy lingering around his fingertips. 

"The power, the fame, the blood on my hands… I only wanted to protect the people I cared about. But somewhere along the way, I lost sight of what that meant."

Serah placed her hand gently over his, her touch warm and grounding. She leaned closer, her blue eyes shimmering with emotion as she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. 

"You've carried so much, Neron," she said, her voice steady but tender. "You did what you had to do to save lives. No one blames you for that."