A single dark lizard would be easy prey for Astrid and Lyra working together, but if there was one more, it would not only mean they would have to spend more mental energy fighting, but also put the mage with insufficient defensive capabilities at risk of being attacked by magical beasts.
At this moment, it would be best for them to wait until the patrolling dark lizard below leaves before seeking out their next target.
On a tall tree branch, Astrid and Lyra were pressed close together.
Due to the proximity, the latter could feel the other's hair brushing against her neck, the cool sensation like a feather gently tickling, making both her skin and heart itch.
Lyra controlled her breathing, her delicate nose slightly sniffing, filled with the cold floral fragrance of her beloved's body at such close range.
Mental energy controlled a few strands of faint wind blowing upward, perfectly isolating their scents from the lizards below.
