Azure sighs, disappointment clouding his expression. "That's too bad," he murmurs, casting one last look over the determined yet struggling Vorrans. "They're so close to a breakthrough, but they lack the means."
He stretches, feeling the weight of the night on his shoulders. "I should rest."
The next morning, a soft, steady chime stirs Azure from sleep. He blinks, then heard Nexus, whose calm voice greets him.
"Good morning, Host," Nexus begins. "There have been developments during the night."
"There is sad news, Host," Nexus begins, its voice softened. "Tygari and Lorka passed in the night due to old age. Their roles as village elders and mentors had a profound impact on the Vorrans."
Azure's face falls, his expression tinged with sadness. "Tygari and Lorka…" He pauses, thinking back to his early days watching over the Vorrans. "They were wise and dedicated. I'm sure their presence will be deeply missed."
