After reviewing his plans one last time, Ravien descended to the lower floor of the fortress.
The front of the fortress was littered with cleaned tree trunks; on the other side, dry leaves, branches, and various debris had accumulated. The air was cool, and a light breeze blew, making Ravien's long hair sway with it.
Asogi's fourth descendant's return phase was nearing its end. Ravien moved toward Juuhra, who had just finished clearing the firewood that had been brought in.
Juuhra raised his head upon hearing approaching footsteps. His eyes met his father's, but his expression didn't change.
"Did you need something, Father?"
Ravien silently sat down on another stump beside him when he noticed Juuhra sitting on a cut log. A faint creak sounded as he did.
"I finished my work and wanted to take a look down here. How are things going?"