After continuous travel, Jon still looked pristine. His brown hair and sharp eyes accented his light bronze skin, and standing at 6'2" in his self-made armor, he was truly a sight to behold. Despite reaching the peak of the First Realm long ago, his appearance remained mostly unchanged, yet something about him still felt different.
'This… is bad.'
Jon could read Syria's emotions with ease, and what he saw was troubling. Her feelings bordered on something more than admiration; it was almost lust.
But when he turned to Cynthia, his thoughts froze for a moment.
'Cynthia… you too.'
She was trying to hide it, but Jon could see through her façade. Her emotions leaked through the cracks, and he understood what it meant. Both Cynthia and Syria were in love with him.
'When did this happen? I'm sure we haven't related that many times.' Jon briefly went through his memories since he met Cynthia, and he could count the number of times they spoke on a topic outside camp problems.
