The celebration had died down, and the villagers slowly retired to their homes. The night was still, the air filled with the lingering warmth of the day's festivities. Tiberius sat with his parents, Vorak and Liora, around a modest fire outside their hut. The crackling flames provided the only light as the family huddled close, their expressions a mix of contentment and contemplation.
Tiberius, still buzzing with the adrenaline of the recent events, couldn't keep quiet any longer. "Father, Mother," he began, his voice steady but laced with an underlying urgency. "We need to talk."
Vorak and Liora exchanged glances, sensing the gravity in their son's tone. Vorak gave a slight nod, signaling Tiberius to continue.
