The Incarnation Who Chose His Family [Part 2]
The moment he stepped into his original world, the emotions he had kept buried for so long nearly overwhelmed him.
Home.
The word had never meant this much to him before.
He stood there for a moment, simply breathing.
The air felt different.
The ground beneath his feet felt familiar.
Everything around him was ordinary.
And yet, to him, it felt more precious than anything he had seen in years.
Then he saw them.
His family.
His father was there.
His mother was there.
His little sister was there.
For a few seconds, Niva could only stare.
He had imagined this moment countless times during those three years.
He had wondered what it would feel like to see their faces again.
Would they have changed?
Would they still recognize him?
Would he even be the same person after everything he had gone through?
But none of those thoughts mattered now.
They were standing in front of him.
Alive.
Safe.
His family.
