As soon as Lyerin was called, he straightened his posture and made his way toward Corora.
His footsteps were calm, measured, yet his mind churned with thoughts as he walked.
The setting sun bathed the land in a warm glow, casting long shadows over the rugged terrain.
The air was thick with the lingering scent of the sanctuary's flora, mingling with the ever-present dust of this post-apocalyptic world.
As he passed Corora, her voice broke through the silence.
It was soft, yet filled with a tension that Lyerin could sense from the moment she spoke.
"Lyerin..." she began, her voice carrying a note of hesitation. He paused slightly but didn't turn around.