Only once Vastor saw Zinya step through the dimensional corridor and into the arms of her children in the safety of his house did he leave her side.
The moment the passage closed, the clerk opened a new one, this time leading to the Royal Palace.
Alas, there was no more good news waiting for them.
The Gate led to the Throne Room, where the Royals and the Ernas couple were respectively issuing orders to comb search the Ernas region for any trace of Phloria and calling the rest of their children to make sure they were alright.
Orion was wearing the Royal Fortress armor that belonged to his Household, ready to Warp away at the flimsiest clue that might lead him to his lost daughter and to fight to the death.
His face was pale and his expression tense. Orion's eyes were feverishly staring at Phloria's rune, its sight the only thing tethering him to sanity.
