Pitiable Father
Na’er Xiu walked into the grand hall. Despite addressing him as "father," there was no trace of respect in his tone.
Before him stood an aged orc, positioned by the window, gazing at the vast expanse of blooming flowers in the distance.
The delicate red star flowers were not only late bloomers but also delicate to sustain, especially in the harsh environment of the Eastern Lava Zone where even grass struggled to grow. It had taken Duo'sa Luo decades of effort and likely an immeasurable amount of dedication, even neglecting his duties as a ruler, to cultivate this flower garden.
He looked at this sea of flowers with affectionate eyes, as though it were his everything, his beloved. Over the years, his back had hunched, hair had turned white, and his once fierce and resolute demeanor had faded away.
Poor father.
Na’er Xiu sighed softly in his heart.
"What brings you here?" Duo’sa Luo heard the footsteps behind him and turned around, still expressionless, facing Na’er Xiu.