The tension between Amon and his father lingered in the cool night air as they began their journey deeper into the forest.
Eucraick had given Amon one last reassuring glance before staying behind, leaving father and son to walk this path alone.
The forest was still and quiet, the only sound the soft crunch of leaves underfoot. Malachi led the way, his movements purposeful and sure, as if he had walked this path a thousand times before.
Amon followed, his mind still reeling from the encounter. He had so many questions—too many to process all at once.
His father's sudden return, the cryptic hints about forces beyond their control, the weight of the powers they both possessed.
It was all too much to take in, yet he couldn't deny the gnawing sense of urgency in his gut. Time was running out, and if he didn't gain control of his abilities soon, everything—Lilith, his friends, his future—could slip away.