Meanwhile, in Khione's tent, sleep eluded her, so she sat on her bed, reflecting on the events of the evening with a heavy sigh. Typically, she harbored an instinctual dislike for those who practiced the Law of Fire, as it was diametrically opposed to her own. Logically, she should have resented her interactions with Nero, a knight wielding the flames of the Law of Fire. Yet, surprisingly, she found no hatred within her; the fire emanating from him was not repulsive, nor was it unpleasant, at least not to her.
Shaking her head to dispel her thoughts, she stood up, dressed in something suitable for the night. Stepping outside, the gentle breeze caressed her face, and her white hair danced playfully in the wind. Choosing to distance herself from Nero, she walked away from the riverbank and instead made her way onto the river's surface, settling into a meditative posture. The chaotic Prana in the area required careful handling, though she was mindful not to misuse it.
