"Igor? Is it really you, my son?" the man asked, his voice trembling with disbelief and fragile hope.
"Yes, I am here, Father. I've come to set you free."
"You're here to free me?" Vireon's tone shifted to concern. "But won't your sister and mother be in danger because of this?"
Igaris shook his head firmly. "No, Father. Isadora and Mother are not here. They were abandoned in the Forsaken Land long ago. The Calamities broke their promise. They tried to kill us. Mother fled and hid us in that merciless place just to keep us alive."
Vireon stood frozen. Then his eyes widened.
"They did what?"
A low buzz filled the air.
The chamber trembled as Vireon's rage exploded outward. It wasn't just anger—it was pure, suffocating killing intent. His aura rose like a tidal wave, pressing down on Igaris, making the very air heavy with power.
"You're telling me... after all these years of sacrifice… all the pain and loss… it was for nothing?"
