A Meteor shower

As the night wore on in the farmhouse, Jaegar's thoughts turned from grief to anger. The face of Lorcan floated in his mind - the man responsible for so much of his recent suffering. The man who had forced him to leave Diana vulnerable and alone for a year.

Jaegar's hands clenched into fists as he thought about how merciful he had been, leaving Lorcan alive when they'd last met. It was a mistake he intended to rectify.

"Grandmother, thank you," Jaeger said, his voice sombre as he rose to his feet, wiping away the last traces of tears.

As he moved to leave, Angelina's voice stopped him. "You need rest, child." Her tone brooked no argument, reminding him why even the most powerful wizards in the Empire heeded her words.

"Whatever vengeance you're planning can wait."

Jaegar hesitated, then nodded. She was right, of course. He was exhausted, emotionally and physically drained.

Making decisions in this state would only lead to more mistakes.