Dorian found Lucius in the exact same position he had left him.
He sat beside the basin that held the pulsing Ancestral Heart, cradling Celeste's petite figure in his arms like the loving father he was.
His eyes were closed, but the moment Dorian set foot inside the cavern of the holy land, they snapped open.
Lucius did not waste a single moment on pleasantries. "Any news of the boy?"
Dorian understood the sentiment.
There was a time for greetings and formalities, but Lucius was clearly in no mood for such things.
Perhaps, after spending all this time watching over his daughter as she underwent her trial, his concern for her and the child she carried had grown heavier with every passing second.
Dorian shook his head with a solemn expression. "No."
Lucius's gaze dimmed slightly.
