Fein stepped into their house, tired from his long day at work. He had been working tirelessly with the Eyes of the Dark Knights to protect their city from the monsters that had been appearing from the portals. As he entered, he was hit by a wave of silence. Something felt off.
"Fey, Mom?" Fein called out, but there was no answer. His brow furrowed in concern as he made his way into the living room. That was when he noticed the open window.
"Voli, something's not right," Fein said as he glanced out the window. The sun had already set, and the sky was dark. The only light was the dim flicker of the streetlamps.
Voli, who had been lounging on the couch, immediately got up and headed to the window. His ears perked up as he sniffed the air. "I can smell her scent, Fein. But it's faint," he said with a hint of worry in his voice.
