บท 289: Twelve years have passed

One day, Uzana finally flew back to Newside and stood before Ragnar.

They stared at each other for a long moment. Though older, the Gamaaloth people's strong DNA meant they still possessed a striking physical presence. Uzana stood tall, like a battle-hardened young warlord, facing the elegant King of the human world.

"Twelve years have passed," Uzana said with a chuckle.

Ragnar nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Without another word, Uzana stepped forward and pulled Ragnar into a tight embrace.

"You dress well, brother," Uzana laughed as he pulled back.

Ragnar chuckled, "I could have Anara dress you up too, if you'd like."

Uzana grinned, shaking his head. "I'll pass. But it's good to see you haven't lost your sense of style—."