A Necessary Sacrifice

Ceti's eyes widened, her expression trembling as the weight of his words sank in, "Your son?" she asked, her voice almost breaking. "You're telling me… Silvan is behind all this?"

Seron didn't answer immediately, but his silence spoke volumes. Finally, in a voice that carried both resignation and desperation, he said, "Please, Ceti. I trust no one else to stop him before it's too late."

Ceti's grip on the Whisper Stone tightened, her knuckles pale as her heart thundered in her chest. Her voice was low but resolute, edged with a flicker of dread. "What did he exactly do…?"

On the other end, Seron spoke quickly, his voice filled with an urgency that carried the weight of a grave truth. As he revealed everything Silvan had done—Ceti's face drained of color.

Her mind spun as she struggled to process what she had just heard. Silvan, the honorable and noble man she trusted, a friend she had trusted and fought alongside, was capable of such treachery?