"It's now that you're coming home?" said a calm yet firm voice from the room as he stepped through the door.
Deon flinched, then turned around to see his father. As always, he hadn't managed to sense his presence, even though he stood only a few meters behind him.
"Yes…" he replied hesitantly.
Even though he was already quite tall, Deon found his father imposing and charismatic. There was always something otherworldly about him—something he couldn't quite explain.
…
The moment Deon entered the room, Nox sensed a mark on his son. Being himself a user of similar skills, no matter the nature of the mark, it couldn't escape his hunter's senses.
"Oh? What exactly did you encounter inside that portal?" he asked curiously, studying him closely. "I think it's time we have a father-to-son conversation," he added, inviting him to sit.
