Drayce and Yorian felt the ominous presence of potent darkness, though its source was distant.
After ensuring Seren was asleep, Drayce emerged from the chamber and joined Yorian in the expansive lounge, bathed in the soft glow from the lamps hung on the walls. Both men directed their attention toward a looming mountain on the horizon.
Standing shoulder to shoulder, Drayce felt the palpable surge of formidable energy emanating from the mountain's direction. "Is that Oriana?" he inquired.
Yorian's gaze remained fixed, his expression unreadable. "It appears your friend is bearing the brunt of his mate's wrath."
A shadow crossed Drayce's face. "Arlan hasn't fully recovered. If this persists, he could sustain grave injuries. I must—"
