Lana
I didn't stop. After a quick breakfast—a piece of warm wheat bread I barely managed to chew—I continued my journey to the Arcane Spire.
Until at last, I saw it. A place so familiar. It was busier than ever. Mages bustled through the halls in long robes, carrying scrolls, crystals, and enchanted weapons. The air buzzed with spells, hurried footsteps, and the clinking of training bells.
The Arcane Spire.
I had returned. But not entirely. Because a part of my soul... was still scattered. Still missing.
Lucen. Ezric. Where are you?
Are you still here?
I walked slowly through the crowd. My head turned side to side, hoping to spot a familiar face. But none appeared.
I kept searching.
My eyes scanned every face.
Until suddenly...
My heart stopped beating.
Something tugged at me—an invisible pull. A primal instinct screamed in my chest.
I turned around sharply.
