An Explosive Disaster
"You said... close to impossible. That means there must still be a way, right?" Rhygar asked, his voice eager, clinging to the sliver of hope her words had inadvertently offered.
Lysandra's eyes, usually so stoic and unreadable, narrowed as she weighed the gravity of their discussion, "There is but also a high chance that we won't come out of it alive. That is why I never risked it."
Rhygar swallowed hard, the stark image of his demise at his father's unforgiving hands flashing through his mind—an image as harsh and nightmarish as the landscape around them.
But as he gazed at his mother, her presence both regal and replete with a quiet vulnerability, a fierce determination welled up within him, "I will take the risk for you, Mother!" he declared, his voice resonant with resolve.