As Lourix worked, Prince Eyrin leaned back slightly, his gaze distant. His voice broke the silence, low and reflective. "I've been having dreams lately… strange ones. They've felt so real, as though they happened before."
Lourix glanced up, surprised by the prince's tone.
"In that dream," Prince Eyrin continued, his expression softening just slightly, "I felt different. And in that dream, I saw Nameless.It felt real ,so real. We were close, like companions."
He fell silent for a moment, his thoughts drifting. Then he added in a quieter voice, "It's not my imagination. In that dream… I called him Lyrien."
They were startled by a sudden creak of wood breaking the stillness of the woods.
Prince Eyrin's eyes sharpened as he immediately stood, unsheathing his sword with a swift motion. He scanned the surroundings, his voice cutting through the silence, "Come out!" His tone was commanding and sharp, his posture brimming with authority.
