His voice was deep—calm, but carrying the weight of centuries.
Fafnir crossed his arms, smirking. "Took you long enough."
Zarathorak scoffed. "Still look like a damn know-it-all."
Veydris turned his gaze to them, studying them both before letting out a quiet chuckle. "Some things never change, do they?"
Ingi let out a breath, shaking his head. "I can't believe this worked…."
I took a step forward, locking eyes with Veydris. "How do you feel?"
He looked at me—really looked at me—and for a second, I swore I saw something flicker in his gaze.
Gratitude. Resolve. And something… else.
"I feel…" He clenched his fist, his golden aura briefly flaring to life around him. "Ready."
I exhaled sharply, stepping closer to Veydris. His presence was steady now, his form solid, but I could still feel the lingering remnants of the chains that had bound him.
"We need answers, Veydris." My voice was firm. "What the hell happened to you? Who else was behind this?"
