Kaelen's mind raced as he tried to process what was happening. Could this man truly be connected to Nihoros? The possibility loomed large, almost suffocating in its inevitability. Every word, every subtle movement carried weight. His eyes flickered to Azaroth, who stood motionless now, with his gaze fixed unerringly on the storm wall.
Kaelen followed his line of sight, his heart sinking. The storm wall marked the divide between the first and second layers—a chaotic maelstrom of energy and space. And someehwere beyond it lay a familiar place that comes to mind.
'Solandris...'
A shiver ran through him. The kingdom where Nihoros's fragment was imprisoned, right at the heart of the Golden Beacon. He clenched his fists, willing himself to stay calm.
'Stay calm Kaelen... Don't show any sign of agitation.'
