"Then, if you'll excuse me, I'll return to Draven Mansion. There are some matters I need to take care of," Adyr said, after lingering for a while longer, watching the sun's slow metamorphosis before finally speaking.
He intended to log out and join his family for breakfast. They were already under enough stress, and his prolonged absence had likely started to unsettle them further.
"Sure. We'll get in touch with you later. Take care," Malrik said, stepping in to give him a brief, firm hug.
The others offered brief words of thanks and saw him off with friendly nods, their voices low but sincere.
Unfolding his wings, Adyr rose into the sky and set course for Draven Mansion.
From above, he could already see the sprawling garden—lush and vivid, covered in well-kept grass and colorful flowers, standing out in striking contrast to the rest of the mansion's stern architecture.
But it wasn't empty. The crowd was still there.
