Shared Vision

"Where did you see the figure?" Elion's voice was sharp, laced with urgency as he spoke through the mental link to Selena.

He stood near his window, his golden eyes staring out at the sprawling estate grounds, though his focus was entirely inward.

Selena's reply came instantly, her tone calm but insistent. "It is better if you see for yourself, Master. I will share my vision."

Elion's fingers tightened against the windowsill. A faint chill prickled at the back of his neck. 

If she said that, it could only mean one thing: the masked figure was within her sight. 

Before he could fully process the implications, a soft voice broke the tension. "Elion?"

Elion turned quickly, his gaze meeting Elara's. She stood before him, her expression a blend of concern and gentle warmth.

"You look troubled again," she said softly, her voice tinged with worry. "What's wrong, my son?"