"Quite the explosive welco, I must say."
Mokah slowly raised his head, a crooked smirk spreading across his face. His gaze locked onto the figure who had dared to attack the Prince of Thalyron Family in his own ho world.
That too, right in front of his father who was one of the strongest beings in the entire expanse.
As Mokah t the attacker’s eyes, only a smile remained on his face.
"If it isn’t my lovely Gorilla."
His voice was thick with nostalgia as he looked at the ethereally beautiful elf standing before him. Her golden hair shimred like starlight, strands flowing freely as her sharp green eyes locked onto his own unchanged and just as fierce as ever.
She drew her fist back and without hesitation, unleashed another punch.
"Don’t call that, you bastard."
Eidon could only sigh, watching Mokah and Gretta fight like children, exactly the way they always had, was oddly familiar.
He turned slightly and nodded toward Caera.
"We will return to the palace," he said calmly. Then, he looked back at the pair as he added in the sa composed tone. "And Gretta... don’t destroy the place up too much, alright?"
"Yes, Uncle. I won’t wreck the place," She replied almost instantly, already moving. "But I can’t promise the sa about him."
Mokah didn’t wait to hear more.
He turned and bolted.
Eidon let out a long sigh but said nothing. He had long since learned that intervening in this was pointless.
anwhile, Gretta charged after him like a force of nature, fury blazing in her eyes despite the small smile tugging at her lips.
"Co here, you bastard!" she shouted, sounding less like soone chasing an old friend and more like soone fully intending to murder him.
"No way in hell I’m getting caught by you, Gorilla!" Mokah yelled back without missing a step.
The distance between them closed fast.
Thousands of years apart... and not a single thing had changed or at least that was what both of them desperately hoped.
Gretta unleashed punch after punch, each strike carrying centuries of bottled frustration. Mountain ranges crumbled one after another, reduced to dust beneath her fists.
They were in one of the most desolate regions of the world of Aurelion, a land scarred by ti and abandonnt and a place filled with countless mories for them.
When Eidon had inford her that Mokah had returned and that they were heading back here, she hadn’t hesitated for even a mont.
She had asked him to bring this bastard to this place so she could finally let loose the frustration of thousands of years without restraint and rcy.
"I said stop calling that."
Just then, the ground beneath Mokah’s feet suddenly hollowed out and he tripped, sothing that shouldn’t have been possible for soone of his strength but it happened anyway because the woman chasing him... was anything but weak.
"You Gorilla woman—!" Mokah spoke as he hit the ground. "You cheated again!"
He scoffed and tried to roll away but it was too late as a shadow fell over him.
Mokah froze.
Gretta was already standing above him, arms crossed, her wide smile stretching far too happily across her face, enough to send a shiver straight down his spine
"It’s your own fault," she said sweetly, tilting her head. "For falling for the sa trick... since childhood, Mokah."
Her smile widened as the realisation dawned on Mokah.
Uh-oh. I am fucked, aren’t I?
—
After hours of heartfelt talking and far less heartfelt punching, Gretta finally collapsed beside Mokah’s barely alive body.
A wide, satisfied smile rested on her face as both of them lay there, gazes fixed on the stars blinking softly above.
Mokah’s face was swollen, bruised from the countless blows she had rained down on him but those injuries were nothing to him, especially since she hadn’t even bothered using mana.
With a lazy wave of his hand, the swelling faded and the bruises vanished as if they had never existed at all.
"Happy now, Gretta...?" he muttered, not bothering to look at her, his eyes still locked onto the endless sky.
Gretta didn’t answer him directly.
"Finally calling by my na, huh?" she muttered, lips pursed as she pouted slightly. "Why did you heal so quickly? Hmph."
Mokah let out a quiet breath.
"I wouldn’t have been able to speak otherwise," he replied simply, still staring up at the sky.
A beat passed.
The stars kept blinking above them and for the first ti in thousands of years... That felt okay.
"Why didn’t you or Lucia tell anything before I entered Chaos Space?" Gretta finally asked the question that had gnawed at her for thousands of years.
"She must’ve seen sothing before it happened... right?" Her voice trembled despite her attempt to stay composed. "Was I really that unreliable?"
She hadn’t been in the outside world when it all happened. She had entered Chaos Space to grow stronger, the very sa place Eidon had been trapped in when the Star of Ruination descended.
Mokah answered without hesitation, his tone calm but heavy.
"The Star of Ruination interfered with her vision," he said. "Even Lucia didn’t know how things would end."
Gretta let out a shaky breath.
"Do you know how hard it was to co back from Chaos Space?" she whispered. "To see PlanetVespera in ruins... and hear everyone saying that you and Lucia were dead?"
Her fists clenched.
"I blad myself for leaving."
"For choosing strength over staying with you."
Her voice cracked.
"I wished I had been there."
"...I even wished I had died with you."
"Only after Caera returned did I understand everything that had happened."
Mokah smiled bitterly.
"I am back now... aren’t I?" he said softly. "And we will bring Lucia back soon too."
That was all it took to make Gretta’s composure shatter. She leaned into him, sobbing as she wrapped her arms around the man beside her, the man she had never stopped loving, no matter how many years had passed.
Mokah didn’t hesitate.
He returned the embrace, holding her just as tightly.
They stayed like that for a long while, lying side by side and gazing at the stars together. Eventually, Mokah was the one who broke the silence.
"I heard your clone is still on Vespera." He said casually. "The planet where chaos energy has already spread everywhere."
The planet was the one ruled by the Umbryel family before it was ruined by THEM.
Gretta nodded.
"I accelerated the flow of ti there," she replied. "To heal the world from the chaos damage and slowly restore the mana."
Mokah’s lips curled into a mischievous smile.
"And what kind of animal did your clone’s physical body shift into because of the chaos mana?"
Gretta already knew exactly where this was going.
Still, she sighed and played along.
"...Gorilla."
For half a second, Mokah didn’t say anything.
Then, a wide, shaless grin appeared on his face.
"So I was right since childhood." He laughed loudly, trying his best to lighten the seriousness with jokes. "You really are a Gorilla... HAHAHA!"
Gretta’s aura flared as the ground beneath them cracked but before she could demolish a few more mountains, he added, more quietly,
"But you’re the Gorilla I love the most."
Gretta froze.
Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she quickly buried her face against Mokah’s chest, fists lightly clutching his clothes.
"...Idiot," she muttered.
—
[A/N: Chaos Space is a place of mystery, it helps people grow stronger and there are countless resources in it but nobody knows its origin or its end.]
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