Eldrin suddenly stopped moving.
His calm expression tightened for the first time in a long while.
"…Silvar," Eldrin said quietly. "Did you sense that?"
Silvar had already turned his head, eyes sharp and focused. He nodded once. "Yes."
His gaze shifted toward the depths of Demon Gate Island. "That aura belongs to them."
Eldrin's brow furrowed. "Bastor and Varyn."
Silvar's voice was low. "They have awakened."
Eldrin closed his eyes briefly, sensing more carefully.
His calm breathing slowed even further. "But this is strange."
Silvar's eyes narrowed. "They are not simply awake."
Eldrin opened his eyes again. "…They are fighting."
The two stood still for a moment, letting the pressure ripple through the land.
The air itself felt disturbed, like something heavy had been pulled out of place.
Silvar clenched his fist slightly. "Could the gate be reacting?"
Eldrin shook his head. "No. This feels different."
