While Igni, Imperia, Vitaria, and Lavinia were having their conversation, Kael stepped into the Tempest Sanctum with Cirri in his arms. Once again, his eyes fell on the destructive hurricanes far away, dense clouds, thick lightning crackling amongst the clouds, the magical, multidirectional rain, and… the throne hovering at the very end of everything.
The Tempest Throne.
He had come to this place many more times than he initially expected. However, unlike the first time he had been here, this time, something was different.
This time, he didn't brace himself for what was about to come.
"Heh."
He laughed.
The winds that once felt like they were pushing him away now felt like they were greeting an old friend.
Everything happening here didn't force him to close his eyes. He had long gotten used to this.
And it wasn't just him,
"Father."
