I woke up to the soft warmth of sunlight filtering through the window, the birds outside chirping their morning songs. Stretching lazily, I turned my head—and froze.

There was Lucy, still fast asleep, her peaceful expression bathed in the soft morning light. Wait... why are we... huh? I blinked a few times, trying to piece together what had happened.

Okay, let’s think. Last night, we talked under the stars... Then I was exhausted and—

Oh.

OH.

A jolt of embarrassment hit me like a thunderbolt. “What the heck is this situation?!” I whispered to myself, careful not to wake her. Did I just... fall asleep like that? On her lap? My mind spiraled.

Suppressing the urge to panic, I slowly slid away without waking Lucy and tiptoed to freshen up. On the way, I peeked into Nyxis’s room. She was curled up in bed, her wings twitching slightly as she dreamed.

I couldn’t help but smile. “At least one of us is having a normal morning,” I muttered.

After splashing some water on my face and gathering my thoughts, I returned to the living room—only to find Lucy awake and stretching, her hair slightly messy from sleep.

“Ah, Alex,” she said, noticing me. “You’re up early.”

I scratched the back of my head sheepishly. “Yeah, uh... sorry about, you know, last night. I hope I didn’t cause you any trouble. I mean, my big body must’ve been a nightmare to deal with, falling asleep on you like that.”

Lucy paused, her cheeks flushing a light pink. She turned her gaze away, fidgeting with the hem of her tunic. “No, no trouble at all. It wasn’t a problem... I, um, didn’t mind.”

Huh? Her voice was soft, almost shy. It wasn’t like Lucy to be flustered like this.

“Wait, what happened?” I asked, leaning closer.

“It’s nothing!” she blurted, waving her hands as if trying to physically push the topic away. “Just forget it!”

Before I could press further, a loud, cheerful chirp echoed from Nyxis’s room.

“Papa!”

Nyxis bounded into the living room, her wings fluttering as she pounced on me with the energy of a thousand suns.

“Ah, Nyxis, you’re awake,” I said as she rubbed her sleepy eyes and stretched her tiny wings. “Go freshen up, alright? I’ll prepare something for you. You must be hungry after all that chirping.”

“Okay, Papa!” she chirped, hopping off to the washroom.

I glanced over at Lucy, who was still lingering near the living room. “Lucy, could you stay with Nyxis for a bit? I’m going to grab a few things from the store.”

“Sure thing,” she replied with a warm smile. “Don’t take too long, though. She’s already asking for food.”

With that, I grabbed my cloak, draped it over my shoulders, and stepped out into the lively streets of Duskenfern. The scene before me was nothing short of breathtaking. The villagers were bustling about, hanging colorful streamers, setting up festive stalls, and hauling decorations to every corner of the square. It seemed they were going all out for today’s celebration.

The air was alive with laughter and chatter. Even after the intense battle, the villagers were determined to celebrate their victory and honor the fallen.

As I wandered through the streets, taking in the energy, I caught sight of Chief Asher and Edward walking briskly toward the village outskirts. They seemed deep in conversation.

Probably discussing village defenses or future plans, I thought. Knowing them, they’ll have it covered.

I didn’t linger on the thought and continued to the marketplace. The smell of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, pulling me toward a familiar stall. The vendor greeted me with a toothy grin.

“Ah, Alex! Here for the usual?”

“Yup. Give me some of that fried tender meat. Make it extra crispy,” I said, my stomach growling at the sight of the sizzling skewers.

After paying, I made my way back home, the warm food tucked under my arm. As I approached, I heard laughter spilling from inside.

When I stepped in, the sight that greeted me was enough to melt my heart. Nyxis and Lucy were sitting on the floor, playing a card game. Nyxis’s high-pitched giggles filled the room as she slapped down a winning card, while Lucy feigned a dramatic loss.

“Papa! Look! I won! Lucy’s not good at this game!” Nyxis declared triumphantly, puffing out her cheeks in a proud pout.

Lucy raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. “Hey now, I’m just letting you win, you little rascal.”

I chuckled, setting the food on the table. Watching them together made my heart feel lighter. Nyxis, with her boundless joy and innocence, and Lucy, always patient and kind, had created a warmth in my life that I didn’t realize I needed so desperately.

What a beautiful daughter I have, I thought, leaning against the doorframe and letting the moment sink in. And Lucy...

My thoughts lingered on her for a moment. She wasn’t just a friend—no, she was much more than that. She cooked delicious meals, cared for Nyxis like a mother would, and had a soul that radiated kindness.

She’s such a good person... and honestly, I like her. A lot.

“Papa! Are you daydreaming again?!” Nyxis’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts.

I grinned, scratching the back of my head. “Maybe a little. Anyway, come eat before the food gets cold!”

“Yay! Food!”

Lucy gave me a knowing smile as she helped Nyxis to the table. My cheeks flushed slightly, but I ignored it. For now, it was just another peaceful moment in our humble little home

After finishing the crispy meat I’d bought, Nyxis happily licking her fingers clean, a sharp knock came at the door. I stood, throwing on my trusty cloak out of habit.

“Who could it be this time?” I muttered as I opened the door.

Standing there were Chief Asher and Edward, both looking unusually festive.

“Oh, hey Chief! Edward!” I greeted them, stepping aside slightly to make space.

“Alex, the feast is about to start. We need you there soon, so we came to remind you,” Asher said with his usual commanding tone, though there was a friendly smile on his face.

“Don’t worry, Chief,” I said confidently. “Nyxis and I will be there on time.”

“Good, good,” Asher nodded. Edward gave me a quick thumbs-up before they turned and headed off toward the village square.

After closing the door, I looked back at Nyxis and Lucy.

“Well, you heard them. We’re heading out soon. Lucy, you should get ready too.”

Lucy gave a small nod. “I’ll head back to my place to change into my traditional dress. I’ll meet you here before we go.”

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With that, she left, and Nyxis and I busied ourselves for a bit, chatting about how excited she was for the festival.

It wasn’t long before Lucy returned. I’d been adjusting Nyxis’s ribbon when I heard the soft knock on the door.

“Come in!” I called, still fiddling with the knot.

The door creaked open, and Lucy stepped in. My hands froze mid-knot as my eyes locked on her.

She wore a traditional Duskenfern dress, a flowing ensemble of emerald and gold hues, perfectly complementing her soft features. Her hair was neatly braided with small flowers tucked in, and the way she carried herself radiated elegance.

I blurted out without thinking, “Wow... how beautiful!”

Lucy froze for a second, then her cheeks flushed a deep red. She quickly looked away, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

“Ah... I mean—” I stammered, suddenly realizing what I’d said. “Uh, it’s just—Lucy, you look... really beautiful in that traditional attire. Like, wow, really!”

Nyxis jumped in, her little voice full of enthusiasm. “Papa’s right! Sister Lucy, you look soooo beautiful!”

Lucy giggled softly, her blush deepening. “Thank you, Alex. And you too, Nyxis. You both are too kind.”

I scratched the back of my neck, feeling the awkward tension in the air. Nyxis, of course, was oblivious to it all, tugging on Lucy’s hand.

“Let’s go! Let’s go! The festival is waiting!”

Lucy smiled, her gaze flickering to me briefly before she turned toward Nyxis. “Alright, let’s head out.”

I pulled my cloak snug around my shoulders, trying to compose myself. Together, we stepped out into the lively streets of Duskenfern, the sounds of the festival filling the night air.

This is going to be a night to remember, I thought, sneaking a glance at Lucy, who was happily chatting with Nyxis.

And somehow, for just a fleeting moment, everything felt perfect.

When we reached the festival grounds, the village was already buzzing with energy. Lanterns swayed in the gentle breeze, casting warm glows across the crowd. The villagers cheered as we arrived, and before I knew it, Chief Asher was dragging me—cloak and all—onto the main stage.

“And now,” the chief boomed, his voice resonating across the square, “we honor the saviors of Duskenfern!”

The crowd erupted in applause. I scratched the back of my head awkwardly, nudging Nyxis to give a small wave.

“Alex and Nyxis, you’ve proven that bravery and heart are what truly protect our land!” Asher continued. “This feast is not only to celebrate our victory but also to honor the sacrifices made by our fallen.”

The crowd’s cheers softened into a respectful hush.

The ceremony transitioned into a hymn—one I’d only ever read about in the game. It was a song of remembrance, sung across the Light Kingdom whenever brave souls were lost in battle.

The villagers began singing in unison, their voices weaving together in perfect harmony. Lucy’s voice stood out—a clear, heartfelt melody that sent chills down my spine. She sang with such emotion, it felt like the hymn itself was alive, carrying the gratitude of the living and the peace for the fallen.

Then, there was Nyxis.

I glanced over and couldn’t help but chuckle. My daughter was giving it her all, but she clearly didn’t know the words. Instead, she was blurting out random syllables in an enthusiastic, chaotic jumble.

“Blah-la-la light of somethin’, tra-la peace-y wha-uhh…!”

Her hands waved dramatically in the air like she was conducting an invisible orchestra. The sight was so endearing, I had to hold back laughter to avoid ruining the solemn moment.

Lucy noticed too, her singing faltering for just a second as she tried to stifle her own giggle. She shot me a warm glance, her eyes twinkling with amusement and fondness.

After the hymn ended and respects were paid, the atmosphere lightened. The villagers returned to celebrating, the square filling with laughter and the smell of delicious food.

“Alright, Nyxis,” I said, crouching down to her level. “Let’s check out the stalls. What do you want to do first?”

“Games! And snacks! And—oooh, Papa, look!” Nyxis pointed toward a stall where a group of children was trying to knock down bottles with small rocks.

“Alright, let’s win you a prize,” I said, ruffling her hair.

Lucy tagged along as we explored the various stalls. From dart games to colorful trinkets, Nyxis wanted to try everything. At one point, she insisted on a ring toss, determined to win a plush toy shaped like a winged fox.

“Papa! Papa! Help me aim!” she squealed.

I guided her hand, and with a triumphant toss, she landed the ring perfectly. She cheered so loudly that nearby villagers joined in her celebration.

Lucy and I shared a glance, both of us grinning like fools.

“Alex, you’re a natural at this ‘dad’ thing,” she said teasingly.

“Hey, don’t underestimate me,” I replied with mock seriousness. “I’ve got plenty of practice dodging tantrums and snack negotiations.”

We laughed as Nyxis proudly hugged her new plush toy.

The rest of the evening was a blur of joy. We tried every snack we could find—crispy fried rolls, sweet pastries, and even something Lucy called “Duskenfern’s legendary honey-glazed skewer.”

By the time we returned to the square’s center, Nyxis was fast asleep in my arms, her little plush clutched tightly to her chest. Lucy walked beside me, her traditional dress swaying gently as she carried a basket of treats for later.

As we stood under the lantern-lit sky, I felt a rare sense of peace.

“Thank you, Alex,” Lucy said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“For what?”

“For everything. For protecting this village… and for being you.”

I glanced at her, surprised by the sincerity in her voice. She smiled, but there was something deeper in her gaze—a quiet warmth that made my heart skip a beat.

“…It’s nothing, really,” I said, scratching my neck awkwardly. “I just did what anyone would’ve done.”

“Not everyone,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

For once, I had no witty retort. I just looked at her, my heart feeling strangely full.

And in that moment, under the glow of the lanterns, I realized something.

This wasn’t just a victory celebration.

It was a night I’d never forget.

The festival was in full swing, with laughter and music filling the air. Nyxis was happily clutching her new plush, and Lucy was browsing some handmade trinkets when Edward approached me.

“Hey, Alex,” he said, his tone unusually serious. “Can I borrow you for a moment?”

“Hm?” I glanced at Nyxis, unsure if I should leave.

Lucy caught on immediately. “Don’t worry, Alex,” she said, smiling warmly. “I’ll keep an eye on her. You go.”

“Alright, if you say so.” I gave Nyxis a quick pat on the head before following Edward.

Edward led me toward the village library, where he explained he had encountered a magical mechanism only I could help with. Honestly, it sounded a bit off, but I trusted Edward enough to go along with it.

After tinkering with some enchanted locks and helping him sort through a few old scrolls, I returned to where I’d left Lucy and Nyxis.

But they weren’t there.

The lively energy of the festival suddenly felt suffocating. My heart sank.

I searched the crowd, asking every villager I passed. But most were drunk, too far gone to offer any helpful answers. Frustration bubbled within me as I scoured the area.

Finally, I found Lucy.

She was lying on the ground, blood staining her traditional dress.

“Lucy!” I ran to her side, dropping to my knees.

Her eyes fluttered open weakly. “A-Alex…” she croaked.

“Lucy, what happened? Who did this?” My voice was sharp, panic lacing every word.

She winced, tears streaming down her face. “It… it was Chief Asher. He… he betrayed us. He was with demons. They… they took Nyxis. I… I tried… I tried to protect her, but…”

Her voice broke as she dissolved into sobs, clutching my sleeve with trembling fingers.

“No, Lucy… It’s not your fault.” I clenched my fists, fury bubbling in my chest.

She coughed, her breaths shallow. “Alex… please… save her…”

I quickly used Earth Magic to create a herbal salve, pressing it gently against her wounds. “This will help you recover. Rest now.”

Her body relaxed as she drifted into sleep, exhaustion overtaking her. Carefully, I lifted her onto my back and carried her to a nearby home, entrusting her to one of the village healers.

Then I turned back toward the gates.

After interrogating the few less sober villagers left, I finally got a lead. One of them had seen Chief Asher leaving the village with a group of people, heading toward the outskirts.

I sprinted toward the gates, my heart pounding with dread.

When I arrived, the scene that greeted me made my blood boil.

Chief Asher stood with Belphegor—still bearing the wounds I’d given him in battle—flanked by his advisor and a small demon battalion.

And there, lying unconscious on the ground, was Nyxis.

Her tiny body was motionless, her plush toy lying just out of reach.

I rushed forward, fury burning in my veins—but before I could reach them, several glowing chains shot through the air, wrapping tightly around me.

The moment they latched on, I felt a sharp drain. My knees buckled as my mana ebbed away like water through a sieve.

“What… is this?” I growled, struggling against the restraints.

“Hah, if it isn’t the famous Sir Alex,” sneered the demon advisor, his voice dripping with mockery. “These are chains of mana extraction. Clever little things, don’t you think?”

“You vile scum!” I spat, glaring at him with every ounce of hatred I could muster. My gaze flickered to Nyxis, still unconscious and trapped within their grasp. “Leave her alone!”

I turned my wrath to Asher. “You! I trusted you! I fought for this village! And this is how you repay me? You absolute coward! I’ll never forgive you!”

Asher lowered his head, refusing to meet my eyes. Not a single word left his mouth.

The advisor chuckled. “Calm down, hero. You make it sound so dramatic. All Asher did was strike a deal. You see, you wanted to protect this Skyrend, and he… well, he wanted to save someone precious to him. Fair trade, don’t you think?”

I struggled against the chains, chaos energy flickering wildly around me. “Save someone? Save someone?! You kidnapped my daughter! You’ve no right to talk about saving anyone!”

“Ah, such misplaced anger,” the advisor sighed theatrically. “Well, it’s no matter now. With this Skyrend in our hands, our victory is assured.”

Nyxis’s name tore from my throat in a desperate scream, and something inside me snapped.

The chaos energy within me surged, bolts of wild, destructive power arcing from my body. The chains that bound me shattered into dust, and the soldiers nearby were obliterated in an instant.

The advisor stumbled back, shielding his face. “General Belphegor!” he shrieked. “We’ve got what we came for! We must retreat immediately!”

Belphegor nodded, an infuriating smirk on his face. “Agreed. We’ve lingered here long enough.”

I lunged forward, but the demon battalion threw themselves in my path. One after another, I cut them down, chaos energy crackling around me like a storm.

Nyxis was encased in a shimmering orb, pulsating with demonic magic. I couldn’t reach her—not yet.

Seeing his forces fall, the advisor made a sudden move, turning away from the retreating Belphegor.

“You… go on without me, General,” he said, his voice trembling.

Belphegor glanced back, raising a brow. “A noble sacrifice? Unexpected, but appreciated. Very well. Your name will be remembered in the annals of the demon army.”

The advisor slammed his hands into the ground, demonic runes flaring to life. The air around him distorted as an unholy creature began to manifest—a towering, grotesque demon with glowing red eyes and razor-sharp claws.

“For the glory of Demon General Belphegor!” the advisor cried as his body disintegrated, consumed by the ritual.

The creature roared, its deafening cry shaking the ground beneath my feet.

I stood my ground, chaos energy swirling wildly around me. The monster loomed, a living nightmare summoned to block my path. Behind it, Belphegor was already retreating, Nyxis still trapped within her barrier.

“You think this beast will stop me?” I growled, my voice low and venomous.

The monster snarled, lunging toward me with terrifying speed. But I wasn’t about to back down. Not when my daughter’s life hung in the balance.

“Fine,” I said, raising my hand and letting the chaos energy pulse stronger than ever. “If you want to stand in my way… then I’ll destroy you, too.”

The battle for Nyxis had only just begun.

The summoned demon roared, its grotesque frame towering over me. Every strike I delivered—punches, kicks, magic—only sent it staggering back. Despite my relentless attacks, the beast rose again and again, more enraged each time.

“Just stay down already!” I bellowed, channeling the chaos energy surging within me into a massive wave of force.

The energy slammed into the demon, hurling it back several meters. For a brief moment, I thought it was over. But no—it rose once more, defying all logic.

“I don’t care how tough you are,” I growled. “You’re in my way.”

Chaos pulsed wildly around me as I charged, striking with everything I had. Blow after blow, spell after spell, until the creature crumbled into nothingness.

I didn’t waste a second. My focus was on one thing—Nyxis. I sprinted forward, desperate to catch up to Belphegor.

But then…

“Asher,” I snarled, finding him standing in my path.

He raised his arms, as if to stop me. “Alex, don’t—”

Before he could say another word, I threw a punch that landed squarely in his gut, sending him flying.

“You betrayed me,” I roared, my voice raw with anger. “You betrayed her!”

Asher tried to get up, but I was on him in an instant. My fists rained down on him, each punch fueled by my pain and fury.

“WHY?!” I screamed. “Why would you do this? You took her from me—you took Nyxis!”

Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around me from behind.

“Stop, Alex,” Lucy whispered, her voice trembling. “Please stop.”

“I can’t, Lucy,” I choked out. My fists clenched tighter. “I can’t. He took her from me… he—he betrayed me.”

“Alex!” she shouted, tightening her grip. “Look at yourself! Your body is falling apart!”

Her words struck like a cold wind. My rage faltered as I glanced down at my arms.

My skin—what was left of it—was peeling away, revealing raw cracks beneath. Thin streaks of energy escaped from the fractures, flickering ominously. I hadn’t even noticed the pain in my blind fury.

“If you don’t stop,” Lucy pleaded, tears streaming down her face, “you’ll die. And if you die… you won’t save Nyxis.”

Her words broke me. My fists slackened, and the chaos energy flickering around me began to dim.

I stumbled back, my breaths ragged. The cracks in my body pulsed painfully, but they slowly began to heal. Still, the patches of skin that had peeled away didn’t regenerate.

I swayed on my feet, the world spinning around me. “Nyxis…” I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper.

Then everything went black.

The last thing I heard was Lucy’s voice, trembling but firm.

“I’ll take care of you, Alex. We’ll save her…”