At the front door of the castle, his mother stood waiting, her figure framed by the grand stone archway.
Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, and her brow was furrowed, the lines on her face deepened by the weight of her thoughts.
She looked pensive, almost as though she had been wrestling with something unspeakable.
The moment she caught sight of him, her expression shifted, breaking into a mixture of relief and longing.
"My son!" she cried, her voice trembling with emotion as she rushed toward him.
Her movements were quick and unrestrained, the poise she often carried forgotten in the surge of maternal love.
Before Gon could respond, she was already before him, dropping to her knees to wrap her arms around him in a tight embrace.
Her grip was firm yet trembling, as though she feared letting him go.
