Theurien kept his eyes on the Harmonic Ember.
Something deep within him, past his flesh and bones, was reflected on the face of the magical crystal which was hidden behind a clean, almost invisible glass panel a few paces in front of him.
Silrat, who walked into the room saw the mess within Theurien immediately. After peace started to settle within the estate, even with its growing number of people saved from various parts of the nation, the Bryne Family Head had had a lot more time to sink in despair. The unavailability of duties requiring his strict attention slowly made him more conscious of the weights in his heart.
He was more than a bit bitter.
While many others out there were saved – some even by him – his children had found no one to save them.
Setkh, Terese, Stylla…
Why couldn't they have been saved?
Why couldn't they be brought home?
This was their home before it was anyone else's.