WRITER'S POV

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Conri looked at Daciana who was sitting crossed-legged on the tornado.

He had all his hopes on her and was praying to the moon goddess that she should be able to do something to save them.

Just now, when his wounds were healing, he could see Daciana's expression and knew she was thinking about something.

The way her expression kept changing made him know that something was wrong.

Even though he didn't ask, he knew he had to show her support and help her no matter what.

He was sure that whatever she was thinking was going to be perfect as he had long known her.

But...