(Planet Ixtal, The Porch Outside Soron's Return, Chaosbringer's POV)
*Knock*
*Knock*
Chaosbringer tapped lightly on the old castle door, as he folded his hands behind his back and waited patiently for Soron to answer.
The echo of his knock drifted through the thick air, vanishing into the hollow quiet of the castle beyond.
However, despite the sound carrying loud and clear, the heavy castle doors did not so much as tremble in response, their surface cold and unmoving beneath the faint shimmer of lingering divine energy.
'Did he hear me?'
Chaosbringer wondered, as he stood there for a moment, waiting for footsteps to emerge from the other end, but heard nothing, not a sound.
A bead of sweat slid down his temple as he glanced toward the forest, where the survivors watched from afar, none daring to approach, as they all silently prayed for him to be received.
Another minute passed. Then five. Then fifty.
Still, nothing.
