Zarra laughed happily as he and Draig played a super intense game of tag, Gregory and Jared could be seen planted on the ground with various bruised hand prints along their bodies. This was a form of revenge for Zarra while he was playing with his son, he would not forgive so easily just because there was a blessing in disguise.
"Dad, how come they're just laying there" asked Draig as he looked at the downed Necromancer and Bloodknight.
"Good question" laughed Zarra though from his eyes could be seen a menacing glare as the two reluctantly got up and ran from the father and son duo.
"Tag" roared Draig as a hand with spine snapping force landed on the Bloodknight causing him to freeze from the force.
It had been a month since the fracturing of Draig's mind, during this time Zarra had made sure to make up for the years he had missed doing everything he had longed for. Birthdays, games, and most importantly building the bond he craved.
