Humberto’s POV
The wind howled around me as I stood on the terrace, my jaw locked, eyes burning as they scanned the horizon. The night was cold, but the fury boiling inside me scorched hotter than any fire.
My hands curled into fists at my sides. Every breath I took felt heavy, laced with frustration and something dangerously close to desperation.
And then, I roared into the open sky.
"FREMOR!"
The name ripped from my throat, a command, a demand—a furious cry that carried across the vast lands, shaking the silence of the night. The leaves on the nearby trees quivered from the force of my voice.
For a long moment, there was nothing but the distant howling of the wind. My pulse pounded in my ears as my patience waned.
Then, the air shifted.
A deep, guttural roar shattered the silence
