The air in the grand chamber was thick with tension, as the faint glow of the golden beacon was doing little to alleviate the unease that settled over the trio. Morgan's spear remained in his hand, and his knuckles were starting to turn white as he processed the sight before them.
Seline was the first to speak, her voice trembling.
"Liora..."
She whispered, her steps faltering as her wide eyes locked onto the motionless form of her sister sprawled on the floor.
Morgan broke the silence, his voice rising in fury as he pointed his spear toward the boy standing amidst the blood.
"What have you done?!"
The figure slowly turned toward the sound of Morgan's voice, his bloodied white hair clinging to his sweat-soaked forehead. Recognition flickered in his eyes as he saw the familiar faces of Seline, Morgan, and Thane standing at the doorway. He opened his mouth to speak, but before a single word could escape, another voice cut through the tension.
