As Wulfric slowly approached Elidyr, the tension in the air was palpable. Michael stepped aside, giving space for the profound moment between the brothers. Wulfric inhaled deeply, then extended his hand to rest it on Elidyr's forehead. At the touch, Elidyr tensed momentarily before forcing himself to relax. A warmth spread from Wulfric's hand, quickly morphing into a sharp sting that ravaged Elidyr's senses like a swarm inside his head.
"Argh," Elidyr groaned, pain contorting his features as sweat beaded on his brow.
