Skar stared at Jor Harald, his eyes wide with disbelief and a mix of emotions swirling within him. He had always wondered about the fate of his lost child, but he never expected to find him in the form of Aron, the powerful warrior who had challenged their settlement. He swallowed hard, his voice shaky as he addressed the Jor.
"Is what you say true?" Skar asked, his voice filled with a mix of hope and trepidation.
Jor Harald nodded solemnly, his gaze never leaving Aron. "Yes, Skar. Aron is indeed my son," he confirmed, his voice holding a hint of sorrow and longing. "The child I thought I had lost has grown into a formidable warrior."
Skar's eyes shifted from Harald to Aron, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief. Despite the drastic change in appearance, Harald could recognize his son's unique mana signature anywhere. It was a testament to the bond between a parent and child that transcended time and physical appearances.
