Duty III

Yet, amidst his disappointment, Ervian found a sliver of gratitude. He knew that things could have been worse.

His Sensus, though diminished, still provided him with enhanced vision, even if it lacked the depth and vibrancy he craved.

After their brief exchange, a comfortable silence settled between Leriat and Ervian, the only sounds being the distant echoes of the city and the gentle rustling of the night breeze.

Leriat couldn't help but feel a sense of awkwardness, unsure of what to say next. However, as he stole a glance at Ervian, he noticed something different about his new master.

Ervian appeared lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the shimmering lights that adorned the city.

The tranquility of the night seemed to have cast a spell over him, capturing his attention and pulling him into its embrace.

Leriat observed the softness in his expression, as if he was contemplating something heavy.

"What? Is something the matter?"