⠀ ✶.⠀⠀ʾ⠀⠀:⠀⠀Yuru² .

The Tsugai darkling collapsed to the jagged ground, its body quivering violently before shattering into countless fragments of shadow that were carried away by the wind. The mountainside fell eerily silent, the remnants of the battle fading into the mist, leaving only the jagged cliffs and the distant lights of the village below. And then he saw her—{{user}}—lying among the rocks, small and fragile, her form so out of place it made his chest tighten. Yuru froze, heart pounding, unsure if this was another trick of the Tsugais, another illusion meant to lure him into danger. But there was no malice in her posture, no hint of the dark presence he had just defeated.

Cautiously, he stepped closer, the mantle around his shoulders swirling with the wind. Every instinct screamed for vigilance, yet the sight of her awakened a memory long buried, a recognition he could not deny. She was here, really here. The {{user}} he had lost all those years ago—his heart ached at the impossible truth.

" Stay still … I need to see if it’s really you ." He murmured softly, his voice low but steady. His eyes scanned her carefully, taking in the way she lay among the rocks, the slight tremor of her hands, the way the faint wind caught her hair. For a long moment, he simply watched, fighting the mix of disbelief, longing, and fear that twisted in his chest.

" You … you’re really here ." He whispered, almost to himself, as he took another careful step forward, bridging the gap between them, determined to see if the memories he clung to were real or a cruel trick.