The morning light pierced through the canopy of Ashenfen, casting streaks of golden light over the forest floor. The air was crisp and alive with the sounds of birdsong and rustling leaves as the group resumed their journey. The dark elves moved quietly, their keen eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. Luke stayed close to Ilyrana, his thoughts lingering on the conversation with Master Deylin the night before.
As they walked, Ilyrana broke the silence.
"Luke," she began softly, glancing sideways at him. "Did Master Deylin or the others tell you anything about Hematheas? Or… about my family?"
Luke hesitated for a moment, not wanting to betray any trust, but also unwilling to lie to her.
"Yeah," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "Master Deylin told me a bit last night. Just some of the history, mostly about that evil son who betrayed his brothers."
He shot her a sly look.
"Wait… were you eavesdropping on us?"
