The woman's smile deepened, and for a brief moment, Pyris thought he saw something flicker in her eyes—respect? Amusement? He couldn't be sure.
"You're not what I expected, Pyris Obsidian," she said softly, her voice carrying an air of finality. "Perhaps we'll meet again."
With that, she turned and began to walk away, her form fading into the shadows of the garden, leaving Pyris standing alone, the weight of her presence lingering in the air.
But as she disappeared into the night, Pyris knew one thing for certain.
"I'll find her again. And when I do..!"
The night had revealed more than just political games—it had shown Pyris the true scope of power that existed beyond the walls of the academy and his business empire. He had tasted victory with Seraphina, but now he craved more.
The Space Dragon had lit a fire within him, a desire to claim what others thought untouchable.
And Pyris was nothing if not ambitious.
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