Morvane wandered aimlessly, a lone figure against the vastness of the world. Exiled, shunned, and with nowhere to go, he struggled to adjust to his new reality. For someone who had never stepped outside the boundaries of Baltalaha, the world now felt cold, hostile, and endless.
He considered seeking refuge in another kingdom, but knowing the rulers and their intricate connections, he was certain that Medas could track him down wherever he went. No kingdom would welcome him without questioning Medas's actions.
With no other options, Morvane resorted to sleeping wherever he could find shelter—under the canopy of forests, in open fields, or in abandoned barns. The once-proud assistant of Ketamran now fought to survive each day.
As the days passed, the weight of his situation grew heavier. Hunger gnawed at his stomach, and exhaustion clouded his thoughts. Each night felt colder, lonelier, and more unforgiving.
