Cairen felt two presences approaching his room at high speed.
One was a silver storm, familiar, intrinsically tied to his own life. Princess Ling.
The other presence felt like a mountain. An ancient, vast, and heavy presence that, by its mere approach, made Cairen's newly awakened spiritual sense tremble. Cairen immediately knew it was the King.
The door to his room then burst open violently.
Before Ling could even think about knocking, or the king deign to do so, both arrived at the exact same instant.
The King's speed, even though he was at triple the distance compared to Ling, who was already close, was simply incomparable.
The wind brought by the two of them flung the door open with full force.
The King of Rhyne stopped at the threshold, his green eyes immediately piercing Cairen, who was still sitting on the floor with half-open eyes, staring into a void only he could see.
