The stars above Ylra twinkled faintly as the Eternal Voyager sailed through the expanse, a silence settling over the crew after the intense battle at the Sun Gate. The void energy had dissipated, and the dark creatures that had poured from the portal were no longer a threat. But the weight of the battle still hung in the air, especially for Gorath, the youngest and perhaps the most uncertain of the Realm Lord's companions.
The world-eater stood at the bow of the ship, his massive frame silhouetted against the backdrop of distant stars. His mind was swirling with thoughts he had never fully confronted until now. As the youngest of the world-eaters, Gorath had always looked to the Realm Lord for guidance, protection, and, in some ways, a sense of belonging. He had been adopted into the Realm Lord's family after the war that claimed the lives of his parents, and ever since, he had clung to the Realm Lord like a lost child.
