After several hours, everyone moved their things inside, then cleaned his house. Somehow, it felt nice to hear their various sounds. He would sometimes feel lonely when this house lacked sound.

—|Vincent: 'It was the worst on dark nights, or whenever the girls would be busy.'

Vincent was currently sitting on his bed and watching out the window. The night approached, two beautiful grey moons, covered him with their beautiful and mystical light.

Suddenly, countless crystals of ice formed behind him.

A blue, luminescent light burst out and covered his body. Her delicate blue hand stretched forward and leaned over his shoulder, grasping onto his loose white shirt. Moments after a second grasped under his left armpit and wrapped around his stomach.

"Vincent.. Forgive me for summoning myself. The moon felt unpleasant.."

However, before she finished her words. His soft fingers grasped each of her slightly cold, shuddering hands. Vincent pulled Silvari closer, pulling her from his back and into his lap.

Beautiful eyes watched him, they glistened like gemstones. She peered up at him with hopeful eyes. Her usual crystals were gone and a naked body filled with countless scars. On her perfect, subtle blue flesh, they were a purple shade and looked painful.

"Silvari, I am feeling lonely tonight. Please spend the night beside me?"

Vincent stroked her blue hair, that shone with a glossy shimmer. In the moonlight, her body seemed more mysterious. She spread both her hands and stroked his cheeks, gently, as if he was more valuable than life itself.

"Vincent.."

—|Silvaria: 'I know he only said that to me. Why did I meet you so late? Just being beside you makes me heart at ease, no matter how selfish I act. You never once chastise me.. Today is the anniversary of my tribe's death, and I was the murderer.'

Her body trembled at her thoughts, driving her face into his solid, muscular chest that caused her to feel at ease. His powerful heartbeat was like an upbeat melody, encouraging her, soothing her racing heart. Silvari wondered, would he accept a woman as dreadful as she?

One day, the seal would release. Her powers were only a fraction right now, thanks to that seal. What would she do when it broke? Would her beloved master also freeze and shatter into a thousand pieces of black ice? Never to speak to her, kiss her or summon her again?

—|Silvaria: 'I don't want that.. You who accept me without even asking.. All the spirits you summon. We are all broken, imperfect, faulty.. Why else would nobody want higher spirits. Forgive my lie.. We, the women in the prophecy, are the most powerful spirits and daemons that are true.. But we are all broken, insane and twisted..!'

Silvari bit into her lips, tears fell but froze and cracked into dust moments before reaching her cheeks. Vincent could never know as she looked down towards his stomach.

"Are you alright Silvari? Do you need me to do anything, no matter how hard it may be. I will try my best. My words in the dungeon were not lies.."

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Vincent stared at her with gentle eyes. His heart fluttered watching her beautiful ocean blue eyes. He could feel there was something wrong with her. Although his link seemed fine, but it screamed out to him. To hold her and comfort her, maybe it was his instinct as a Daemon or his newly evolved Abyssal Phoenix race resonating with a similar race.

Softy, his fingers slid through her hair. Small pieces of ice twinkled in the moonlight as they fell from her head.

The pair sat watching each other. Nobody spoke in the room.

—|Vincent: 'What should I do? My life is so short, my experiences limited.. How do I help a girl who has lived thousands of years, maybe even longer?!'

—|Silvari: 'Will you stay by my side, like this.. It's the only thing I desire. Please become the anchor that ties me down and protects me from the madness that looms deep within my soul!'

Silvari notice she couldn't hear his mind, nor could she be his.

She felt at ease with his inner voice. His thoughts that were perverted, sometimes he would be angry yet pretend to be fine. He became jealous of the succubus girls getting watched by men's lecherous gaze.

—|Silvari: 'How he calls my name in his sleep..'

Vincent couldn't be some romantic guy. He was a young adult. His first experience with women was terrible. Now his head filled with thoughts on how to make her smile, make her feel at ease, and tell her his feelings.

Since she appeared, he sealed the link to Efrita and Raizel, even if they knew her feelings. He wanted this chat to be private. His door became sealed with 80% of his Anima and even if they all attacked together, it wouldn't break and also silenced all sounds.

—|Vincent: 'This is the best way to show you how I feel.'

"Please enjoy this song, for my cute little spirit."

"Ah!?"

Her lips trembled before his first word, because he introduced himself in Drak'zil.

A dark purple Anima formed in the air. His hands wrapped around Silvari and hugged her tightly into his arms. Shapes and figures like a small shadow play when the Anima swirls around.

Silvari watched the small images. Her eyes darted to his sweating face and clenched teeth. Then his lips opened as he sang in the ancient language of dragons.

Efrita would not tell him anything about Silvari as it broke her promise, only that she was from an ancient tribe and thanks to his previous rewards, always being less than his effort.

Vincent traded part of his rewards to learn the long-lost language of dragons

Named: Drak'zil

— O' lovely maiden of blue~

— This heart belongs to thee~

— Doth thou believe it true~

— Extend thine arms, accept me~

— This boy doth wait for you~

The play showed a boy with long, red hair and a girl with horns, sharp limbs and made of blue light. Both sat beside each other, surrounded by a black sky filled with distant stars.

The story told of a boy falling in love with an evil dragon. Yet no matter how hard he tried, how far he chased. The dragon never looked his way.

His song ran till the end, where the boy almost dies from bitter cold and disease.

His words were not perfect. Even with the system, it couldn't make him a perfect poet. But she could feel his intense emotions. The language of dragons was 60% emotion.

Vincent felt embarrassed. The boy that chased the girl disappeared as the scene changed.

Suddenly, the play now from the view of the female dragon. She enjoyed the approach of the boy, his cute actions and how, no matter how many times, she flew away. He would always find her.

— O' delightful boy in red

— Why doth thou chase me around?

— Thy heart should love others instead~

— You make thine heart pound!

— This maiden hast fallen for now until death~

— I Shan't allow us to part~

The moment the boy died in the bleak, freezing cold. She landed beside him, as tears of ice fell from her deep, sunken eyes as she pulled out her heart and shared it with the boy.

She fell in love with the boy but was too shy to speak.

Moments later, the boy woke up.

The boy was no longer a human, but a half monster.

Currently, the boy and girl held each other, her nose pressed against his, with dragon-like eyes with a thin vertical slit. She stared at the boy inquisitively as her breath became rough, memories of the past she kept sealed, opened like a bottle of carbonated drink slightly opened with a hiss and a small amount of the drink leaks, before the person seals it again.

"Did you see!?"

Her voice sounded in the dark room, deep and enchanting. The voice was nothing like her normal sweet voice, as if someone touched her festering wound touched and picked before it healed.

Vincent could only stare at her eyes. A black chilling wind filled his room, freezing the very air itself in seconds. He saw parts of her memory and thoughts through their link, because of the fusion memories were something she couldn't cut off if they released in large amounts.

"I saw."

He stayed confident, never wavered, and looked into her eyes. Black ice eroded his body for a moment. However, a vibrant black fame, with purple highlights, kept her ice at bay. Before the two elements fused, like bread on butter, sugar in coffee.

Only a silver vapour remained. No matter how much of their elements poured out, a beautiful silver light surrounded their bodies before it vanished.