The corridors of the housing unit echoed with the low hum of whispered conversations as Toki and Samoht moved to a secluded alcove. Samoht's demeanor was serious, his eyes clouded with memories and a pain that Toki could sense but not fully grasp. The weight of the situation pressed upon them both, an unspoken acknowledgment of shared grief and longing.
Samoht began, his voice a blend of regret and determination, "Toki, I've spent countless days and nights searching for your mother. The storm unleashed by the Demon King was unlike any other. It wasn't just a physical tempest; it carried with it a kind of... distortion. A force that could twist reality itself."
Toki, absorbing the gravity of his father's words, whispered, "Is... is she still alive?"
