Later that evening, the grand halls of the mansion quieted. Most of the family had dispersed after the overwhelming reunion, leaving behind a still air of warmth and nostalgia.
In a wide, dimly lit room that overlooked the moonlit courtyard, Ethan sat with his closest loved ones—his wives, his children, Trevor, Lamair, Zark, and Madeleine. The room was cozy yet elegant, filled with velvet cushions, glowing lightstones on the walls, and a gentle fire crackling in the hearth.
Ethan leaned back in his seat, a simple wooden armchair carved by Galeno long ago. He still wore the same casual outfit—lime green blazer and shorts—but there was a soft glow to him now, a gentle radiance that didn't demand attention but commanded respect.
