Hundred Twenty-five

Blaze reentered the room where Arabella sat, his annoyance from the encounter with Thalia was still discernible. His gaze swept the room, immediately fixing on Arabella. She occupied a carved wooden chair by the window, her white hair cascading over her shoulders in gentle waves, radiating a timeless beauty.

Despite the displeasure that lingered after his exchange with Thalia, Blaze felt his tense shoulders gradually easing as he approached Arabella. Her mere presence had a soothing influence on him, a fact he cherished.

Noticing Orga's absence in the room, along with the unfamiliar winged men whose names eluded him, Blaze didn't bother seeking such information; he considered it unimportant. Similarly, Thalia was clearly missing, which surprised him as he half-expected her to still be present.

His thoughts wandered to her possible whereabouts. Nonetheless, he figured that her unfamiliarity with the surroundings would likely keep her from venturing far. Moreover, the concealed phoenixe