The journey back to the kingdom was quiet, the tension palpable in the air. Morvane, Crimson, and Medas were deeply engrossed in thought as they tried to process the weight of what Drace had just revealed to them. But for Drace, the past few days—filled with fear, pain, and running—seemed like nothing compared to the turmoil of his past, the events that led him to where he was now.
Later that night, after they made camp, Morvane sat by the fire, watching Drace as he stared into the flames. It was clear that the young man was holding something back. His body seemed weary, both physically and emotionally, as though every movement was an effort.
"Drace," Morvane called gently, his voice not demanding but inviting. "Tell us what happened. We want to understand—your past, the awakening ceremony… everything."
