The chamber fell into sudden, suffocating silence.
The place where Caedryn once stood was nothing but a faint shimmer in the air and the lingering echo of his last words now. The dark portal had vanished with him, leaving no trace but the burned circle etched faintly into the floor.
Larsen stood there and frozen. His eyes wide. He didn't move or speak anything for a while. Then slowly his hands clenched into fists. His jaw tightened. A hissed curse slipped past his lips.
His mind raced. All this time, he'd thought Caedryn was the key. He was thee wise old survivor witnessing the fall of Velmire family. He was someone Larsen expected to understood the depths of their past and could help rebuild it. Someone who might help redeem the Velmire legacy.
But instead he was a liar who waiting for the right time to attack.
Larsen trembled, teeth bared in silent fury. Tears welled in his eyes but they weren't from sadness. They were born from sheer frustration, shame, and rage.
