Her father, bleeding and dying in Zion's arms, slowly, inevitably losing his light of life, never to return.
Ivy watched as Zion laid her now lifeless father on the ground beside the flowers that were also withering and dying.
Elana Kaltan was the first to react, she ran breathlessly to her husband, knelt by his side, refusing to realize the irrevocable, the irreparable, caressing his face, his beloved body, more beloved than anything else, then looked up at the zeog, the murderer, and gave him a hateful, abominable look.
- I hate you, murderer. I hate you! Damn you!
Kleb approached his sovereign and gazed as he did at the body of Brous Kaltan.
- What has happened?
- It is too late, he is dead. Definitely. he said, turning to his guardian.
