Walking towards Helm, Grey step made a wet sound every time he took a step. Looking down Helm found a pool of blood under Grey's feet.
Upon taking a look at the Debris at which Grey was seated earlier, he could see a hand of a body that was buried under the debris. Helm with his eyes wide open, asked "Did---- did you---".
"Didi what?" asked, Turning around Grey looked towards the debris, "Oh right, yikes! sorry about you little brother."
Rage shot up through Helm upon realizing the fact that his dead brother was dead. Being enraged, anger consumed his mind, Helm dashed towards Grey without much thought, Helm drew his blade before intending to swing it at Grey.
A smile curved up Grey's face as he condensed an icicle sword, imbuing divine energy in it. He dashed towards Helm with that sword.
