Chapter 87: The Mist
Lyraeus’ POV:
The mist enveloped me completely, it’s chill biting into my skin. As it swirled around me, I was transported into a place that felt both familiar and foreign. The dense forest loomed around me, and through the fog, a figure began to emerge.
“Einar Storm,” the voice called again, clearer this time.
I strained my eyes and, through the haze, saw a man stepping forward. It was my father, Erik Storm, his face etched with lines of wisdom and sorrow.
“Father?” I managed to whisper, my voice heavy with emotion.
He nodded, his eyes softening. “My son, you’ve grown. I’m so proud of you.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I stepped forward. “I thought I’d never see you again.”
He reached out and pulled me into an embrace. His touch was warm and comforting,
