The portal shimmered behind them as Chiron stepped into the outside world, the fresh breeze ruffling his jet-black hair. It did not reach his shoulders, but it framed his face perfectly, accentuating his calm, controlled features.
At first glance, he appeared to be no more than eighteen years of age, but his deep, piercing eyes told a different story—eyes that carried the weight of centuries, as if he had lived through countless histories and wars.
He took a slow, measured breath in, a small smile forming on his lips as he inhaled the air of this land.
Behind him, Emma followed through the portal. But unlike him, she did not stop to appreciate the scenery. Even beneath the veil that covered most of her face, her brows furrowed in thought.
She was still pondering his words.
Earlier, Chiron had asked her, "What do you know about the ancient Elven Kingdom?"
And so, she had answered, repeating the general knowledge taught to all.