Erend was just sitting comfortably in the living room, laughing along with his sister, Arty, and their mother. The warmth of home enveloped him, a rare moment of peace after everything he'd endured. The clinking of mugs and the faint scent of freshly brewed tea filled the air, adding to the serene atmosphere.
But just as he leaned back in his chair, a voice resonated in his mind. The voice sounds urgent and unmistakable. Saeldir's voice.
Erend stiffened, the laughter dying on his lips. He blinked rapidly, his expression shifting from contentment to alarm.
"I need to go," he said abruptly, his voice firm yet tinged with regret. Rising from his seat, he cast a glance at Arty and their mother. "It's important. I got a call from the other side."
Arty's smile faltered, her eyes narrowing with concern. She exchanged a glance with their mother, both of them silently acknowledging the weight behind Erend's words.
