STEEL AND FLESH

WHISPER'S OF PATHS CHOOSEN

"Hello father," Danios muttered out, a confident smile lighting up his features.

"Hello son," Lord Mordian responded, his voice a mixture of surprise and warmth.

This was Danios, his son, a once-familiar face that had transformed with the passage of time and the weight of a decision.

The air seemed to hum with a delicate tension as the two men stood before each other, the weight of years and choices hanging heavy in the space between them.

Danios had changed, his once-boyish countenance now etched with the marks of time and experience.

His eyes, once filled with youthful innocence, now held a depth of wisdom that spoke of trials and tribulations.

Danios' features carried a blend of strength and serenity, his eyes harboring a depth of wisdom that belied his years.

His countenance bore the marks of a path less traveled, a journey that had led him to embrace the mantle of a cytix priest, an oath of celibacy and devotion to a higher calling, to serve Oridon.

Stunned into silence, Lord M