Thane took a slow step forward, his gaze was locked onto the pulsating glow of the relic in Kaelen's hands.
"…Is this it?"
Kaelen barely looked up. His fingers tightened around the relic, feeling its rhythmic pulse beneath his touch. He had already experienced its power firsthand—there was no mistaking it.
"Yeah..."
The confirmation sent a visible shudder through Thane. His fists clenched harder, and then—
A chuckle.
Low and breathless, filled with disbelief.
"…Is this it?" he murmured again, this time to himself.
Were they finally able to return home?
Morgan exhaled sharply beside him, his normally guarded expression faltering for just a moment. He didn't say anything, but the slight easing of his shoulders spoke volumes.
Yet, Kaelen remained silent. His gaze had not strayed from the relic in his grasp.
Because he recognized it.
Not just for what it was, but for what it reminded him of.