Two hours passed and the aircraft touched down at Violetholt's airport, where a waiting driver stood ready. Stepping off the plane, Blayze started his journey to his residence.

The Fowler family mansion, while not ancient, was a quaint townhouse nestled at the heart of Violetholt. The property market here was anything but forgiving.

The vehicle eased into the courtyard, and Blayze alighted, striding purposefully into the living area.

Nicol Fowler was engrossed in constructing a tower of toy building blocks on the carpet. His demeanor shifted to one of apprehension as he spotted Blayze's return. He hastily stood, blurting out, "Blayze."

Nicol had come into the world when Blayze's father was already fifty, rendering him considerably younger than Blayze. Their interaction had been Limited and they were, in essence, half-siblings. Nicol harbored a palpable unease in Blayze's presence.