Chapter 232 Silas (2)
He looked around at the gorgeous blood-red flowers, which resembled roses but were larger and even more stunning. They were truly breathtaking—each bloom a perfect representation of deep, passionate love, a rare and cherished symbol in the Eagle Kingdom. If a male gave these flowers to a female, it was considered a powerful declaration, one that held significant meaning.
Rowan couldn’t understand why his friend was on the verge of destroying something so precious, something he had asked to be arranged for someone special in the first place.
"I can’t believe she’s there... I need to go, I need to go..." Silas muttered under his breath, his voice filled with desperation and a touch of madness. His usually steady hands, now rough and trembling with intensity, gripped the flowers tightly, almost crushing them in his grasp. In a sudden, furious motion, he ripped the blood-red blooms from their roots, the vibrant petals tearing away as he threw them down the slope of the mountain without a second thought.
The flowers, once a symbol of love and beauty, scattered down the mountainside, their beauty lost to the cold, harsh ground below. Silas’s breathing was ragged, his mind a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts as he struggled to make sense of his emotions. The only thing clear to him was the overwhelming need to reach her, to find Kyra, no matter what it took.
"SILAS!" Rowan shouted, his voice echoing through the valley as he rushed over, grabbing Silas by the shoulders. He shook him firmly, trying to snap him out of whatever had taken hold of him. "WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE YOU’VE LOST YOUR MIND?"
Rowan’s sun-like eyes bore into Silas’s, searching for some explanation in the Strom he saw there.
He couldn’t understand what had caused this sudden shift in his usually composed friend. "Talk to me, Silas," he pleaded, his grip tightening as he tried to ground Silas in the moment. "You’re not making any sense."
But Silas’s gaze was distant, unfocused, as if he was caught in a storm of emotions too powerful to put into words. The madness Rowan saw in his eyes wasn’t just frustration or anger—it was something deeper, something that had been buried for too long and was now clawing its way to the surface.
"Never mind!" Rowan rolled his eyes, exasperated. "I don’t get it. What’s wrong with you? Ever since you came back from your trip to Aracida, you’ve been acting weird. You used to be calm, emotionally controlled. Now, it’s like you’re someone else."
Suddenly, Silas spoke, his voice low and filled with an intensity that made Rowan’s heart skip a beat. "It’s finally time..."
The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning that Rowan couldn’t quite grasp.