The journey back to Duskfall was quiet. The horizon behind them was still lined with smoke. Though the battle had ended, the air still carried a strange weight.
Liam rode ahead, silent and haunted. Damian and Virelle rode just a few paces behind, exchanging glances but not words, they kept their thoughts unspoken.
They arrived in Duskfall at night. The city gates creaked open as they rode through. The torches on the walls shook as if acknowledging the storm they had survived.
Leila stood at the steps of the great hall; her eyes were fixed on her son. She didn’t speak at first—she stepped forward and pulled Liam into her arms. He stiffened and then melted into her embrace.
“Welcome, son,” she said gently.
Virelle bowed slightly to her in respect.
Then Leila moved to Damian and hugged
