Rohzivaan sat in the shadows of his secluded chamber, the glow of the interstellar communicator flickering dimly in the dark. His hands hovered over the device, hesitation clawing at his thoughts. He had spent days in solitude, drowning in his discoveries, questioning everything he had ever known.
But one person needed to hear the truth, his brother. Richmond. The only person he could still trust. His fingers finally moved, sending a secure transmission. It didn't take long before the screen crackled to life, and Richmond's face appeared, his brows furrowed, his expression tense.
"Rohzivaan?" His voice was a mix of relief and disbelief. "You're alive?"
Rohzivaan exhaled, his grip tightening. "Yes."
Richmond's jaw clenched. "Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what's been happening?"
"I know," Rohzivaan said evenly. "I know everything now."
A long silence stretched between them before Richmond's voice dropped, barely above a whisper. "Everything?"
