"Welcome!" the crimson-eyed figure called out, his voice carrying a warmth that seemed at odds with the overwhelming presence radiating from his form.
Fenix remained silent, his enhanced senses cataloging every detail of this supposed ancestor while his analytical mind worked through questions that defied easy answers. The man's casual greeting felt wrong somehow - too friendly, too familiar for someone who should have been dead for generations.
The silence stretched between them until the figure threw back his head and laughed with genuine amusement that echoed across the peaceful hillside.
"Ha! Is that any way to treat your ancestor?" he asked, his tone carrying the kind of playful reproach that belonged in family gatherings rather than mysterious spiritual encounters. "Here I am, offering hospitality in my humble domain, and you just stand there like a statue. Your manners could use some work, young one."
