After Arthur Valentine left, the silence of the Aldric house returned to its usual warmth. Noah stood by the window for a moment, watching the sky where the golden gate had once flickered. He had three months. Three months to finish his business on Earth and prepare his family for a future he might not be part of for a while.
The next morning, Noah found his father, Eric, in the kitchen. Eric was humming a tune, covered in flour, and kneading dough with a smile that could light up a dark cave.
"Dad, come with me for a second," Noah said.
Eric wiped his hands on his apron and followed Noah into the backyard. "What is it, son? Another press conference?"
Noah laughed. "Not quite. I want to help you with your cultivation."
Noah placed a hand on Eric's shoulder. He didn't just give his father energy. He used his mastery of the laws to reshape Eric's foundation. He removed the impurities and strengthened the bone marrow. Within minutes, the air around Eric began to vibrate.
