Chapter 4: Hero’s Grimoire
Lucien stepped forward, the straight disposition of his eyebrows and mouth contorting to a more exaggerated, tense state.
"You... you can't be serious. We can't go back home?"
His eyelids were violently twitching, the refraction of a tear glistening as it trailed down along his cheek.
Soon, like the opening of a dam, Liora's previously detached expression turned to one of solemnity, the pooling of her tears forming its own rapids that tugged on the integrity of Rowan's soul, a blue, dark sensation oozing from his sternum.
"No... this can't be real..." she cried, bringing her hands up to her face to cover her eyes and bits of her mouth.
Kaia's fire was diminished, her eyes relaxed as she simply looked down, her lower lip caught between her teeth, a trail of blood originating from her canine teeth.
Elias turned his head away, tiny droplets of water hanging in the air where his eyes were from the sudden shift in force.
Rowan was the only one who stood unimpeded, his focus of attention on the king.
"I understand how you lot must feel, and I offer my deepest condolences. However, I assure you that you may yet return to your homelands."
The four heroes all turned to the king, eyes wide with gratuitous expression as their one stiffened bodies received a second breath, throwing themselves forward to inch closer and closer to the king.
"How," Lucien inquired, raising open palms to accentuate his questioning.