Chapter 122: Whispers of the Wild
Nero continued by reading Alaric's letter.
Unlike Ember's aggressive slant and chaotic energy, Alaric's handwriting was smooth, flowing, and patient, as if each stroke of ink carried deliberate meaning.
There was no unnecessary flourish, no wasted motion, just quiet confidence in each letter.
He unfolded the parchment and began to read.
Brother,
I hope this letter reaches you in good health and with a clear mind.
I know things have been difficult for you lately, especially with the Void Principle weighing on your shoulders.
Your last letter, thank you for that, by the way, helped me understand a little more of what you're dealing with.
I don't pretend to know the depths of it, but I do know this: you'll figure it out.
You always do.
I suppose it's time I shared my own news.