The moment they landed from the teleportation spell, Sylveras turned furiously to the old man."Hey, old man! Why did you stop me?! I could've defeated them all with this power!" he yelled, his voice cracking with rage.
Gorion's expression remained calm but stern."Yes, you could have," he admitted. "But at what cost? You haven't mastered that power yet. It could've killed you—and this girl too."
Sylveras clenched his fists, teeth grinding."I don't care! The village… everyone's dead! Rael… I swear, I'll make him pay one day."
But before his fury could spiral further, Elara stepped forward. She gently wrapped her arms around him."It's over now," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It already happened… You're not the only one who lost everything. I lost my family too… my brothers, my parents… everyone."
Her words pierced through his anger like a blade. The fire in his eyes dimmed. Slowly, Sylveras let his rage fade, resting his hands on hers."I'm sorry…" he muttered. "To both of you."
Gorion nodded slowly."It's not your fault," he said, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "I'm an old man… I couldn't do anything either. The village was surrounded there was no way out. That's why I used teleportation. I brought you here… to my hidden home."
Three of them standing in silence, the weight of their losses heavy in the air. But amid the grief, a quiet resolve begins to take root.