This name, as if possessing magic, penetrated through millennia of time and ice-cold will.
The aura around Naples, ordinarily calm, suddenly stalled, as if a frozen lake had been struck by a giant stone. Although there was no evident movement, the surrounding space subtly distorted, revealing that his inner turmoil was far from calm.
Gulwige seized the opportunity, his tone heavy: "She has already waited in the other world for too long... If, and I mean if, we old guys exhaust ourselves here, and something unexpected happens..."
"Then she and all those left behind will truly have no hope of returning. You will never see your daughter again."
"Natalia..." This name lingered in Naples' heart, carrying endless longing and heaviness. Another long silence followed, as if an entire century had passed.
