The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when Amon found himself standing outside once more, the cool evening air brushing against his skin. He could feel the weight of the moment settling over him like a heavy cloak.
Meeting his father—someone he believed to be long dead—felt like a step into unknown territory, and for the first time in a long while, Amon felt uncertain about the future.
Eucraick was waiting just a few paces ahead, the old man's calm demeanor in stark contrast to the storm brewing inside Amon.
He had always admired how Eucraick never seemed fazed by the chaos surrounding them, as though he had seen too much in his lifetime to be rattled by anything else.
Amon couldn't say the same for himself. The revelation about his father had left him shaken, his mind reeling from a mixture of disbelief and confusion.
"Are you ready?" Eucraick's voice broke through Amon's thoughts.
