Ahcehera stared at Richard, her thoughts a whirlwind of disbelief and relief. How was he able to enter my space?
After tirelessly searching for him, she hadn't expected to find him here, in the depths of her own secret space, holding an artifact she had hidden away for a while.
Neither of them spoke for what felt like an eternity. Each waited for the other to break the silence, and the burden of unresolved issues weighed heavy in the air.
Finally, Ahcehera stepped forward, her gaze shifting from Richard's face to the sword in his hands. "How...?" she began, her voice barely audible.
Richard's expression darkened slightly, his grip on the sword tightening. "You tell me," he replied, his tone guarded. "What is this place, Ahcehera? And why are you here?"
Ahcehera's lips pressed into a thin line, her thoughts racing. He was finally willing to call me by my name. Is he so comfortable?
