Days later, while Kael was in the forest collecting firewood, he felt something strange. An invisible presence that made the hairs on his neck stand up. When he returned home, he told his parents.
— Did you feel that? Something's wrong. — He said, panting.
Arden and Nerissa exchanged serious looks. Arden placed his hand on his son's shoulder.
— Kael, listen. If anything happens, trust your mother. She knows what to do.
— You talk as if you're planning something. — Kael retorted, furrowing his brow.
Nerissa intervened, her voice gentle but firm:
— We are just preparing for all possibilities. You need to trust us.
That day, the training intensified. Arden taught fighting moves and tactics, while Nerissa instructed on strategies and emotional control. Kael felt that something big was coming, but he didn't know exactly what.