Memorina's voice quivered with joy as she wrapped her arms around Phenor, tears of relief streaming freely down her face. "I'm glad... I'm so glad you came back to me," she whispered, her embrace tightening as if to confirm his presence.
Among the gathered kingin, Keleora's heart raced with a potent mix of excitement and trepidation. Her eyes locked onto her father's figure in the distance, and she felt a surge of determination to reach him. Ignoring the chaotic crowd, she shouted, "Father!" Her steps carried her closer, but just as she was about to approach, Ember intervened. With a stern gesture and a voice laced with a threatening edge, he halted her progress. "Watch it. You move when you are asked to move."
The severity of Ember's demeanor sent shivers down Keleora's spine. Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt a bead of sweat trickle down her left cheek as she anxiously stood still, respecting his authority.
