As the night settled over Lumina, Benjo turned to his brother, curiosity etched on his face. "How did you end up in Lumina?" he asked, his voice soft in the quiet night.
His brother sighed, a faraway look in his eyes. "It was not by choice," he began, his voice filled with regret.
After their father had disappeared, his brother had been consumed by a need to find him. His search led him to their father's lab, where he found the portal to Lumina. Like their father, he had stepped through, finding himself in this magical world.
In Lumina, he had felt a surge of power. The magic of this world was intoxicating, and he found himself drawn to it. He sought to understand it, to control it, much like their father.
His quest for power led him down a dark path, turning him into Moros, the ruthless warlock. He had lost sight of his purpose, his desire to find his father replaced by a hunger for power.
"But I was wrong," he confessed, his voice filled with remorse. "I let the power consume me, just like father."
As Benjo listened to his brother's story, he felt a sense of understanding. They had both been searching for their father, but their quests had led them down different paths.