For the past two days, the entire city of Zynara had been in turmoil.
The search for Tharion continued, spreading from the outskirts to the deepest parts of the land. By now, news had already reached every ear—the Second Lord of Zynara was missing.
And not just any beastman.
A four-stripe beastman.
A warrior of his level should never have been in danger. Should never have needed to send a cry for help so desperate it shook the skies.
Yet, he had.
And that was what scared everyone the most.
In the capital gardens, Nivara stood motionless, staring at nothing, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her robe.
She could still feel him. Her son. Somewhere, out there, he was alive.
Or at least, she thought he was.
But with each passing hour, that certainty slipped further away.
Her heart clenched painfully.
She wasn't the only one who felt the weight of it all.
