"Why are you out with a woman from the Lightning Village?"
It's as if Beau's life force had been drained, leaving him pale and hollow. Cold sweat trickled down his back, defying the usual gentle breeze of their village, a wind as natural and familiar as their elemental heritage.
Bourd's piercing gaze fixed on his son, his arms folded tightly across his chest—a stance that carried the weight of parental authority, demanding explanation.
Beau's lips trembled, his thoughts fractured and sluggish, struggling to connect to the words he desperately needed to say. Even his mind seemed to stutter, betraying him at the worst possible moment.
"Father," Beau stammered, desperately swallowing to steady his nerves, only to choke on his attempts, sending him into a fit of coughing. The sound immediately drew the attention of his Summoner and his mother, both busy in the kitchen.
