Malrik stood suspended upon a radiant beam of sunlight midair, his expression shadowed by a deep frown. His father, Azeron, had just issued a command, to drop the matter entirely. By all rights, Malrik should obey. Duty and lineage demanded his submission, yet within him raged a conflicting tide. Half of his being longed to yield to filial obligation, while the other half, fueled by an deep obsession to protect his siblings, resisted with all its strength.
Azeron, however, spoke no words. He remained still, floating with his customary calm expression, his golden gaze locked upon Malrik. There was no urgency in his demeanor, no attempt to persuade. He simply watched, as though eager to see which side of his son would prevail.
Obsession or Duty. Which path would Malrik choose?
