Back on the planet of Evonon…
Helena looked out at the turning sea with a sigh. The ever-present evening light cast a dark shadow behind her as she waited quietly, staring at the sloshing waves.
She had heard from Marcus of how war had broken out between the Borrel Autarchy and the Draconic Tribes. These two major powers going to war was a huge incident. It was something that was bound to shake the entire 30,000 Worlds, if both forces were serious about this. The effects of such a war were bound to reach them, even all the way over here.
Yet here… All she could think about was a certain Anomaly that was no longer present.
"Come home soon… Dorian…" She whispered quietly to herself, her eyes gleaming.
Helena had never been a social person, much preferring a life to herself. Yet with Dorian, everything felt comfortable, everything felt safe. He reminded her a lot of Highlord Marcus in that way.
She smiled ruefully as she stood up, glancing around.