"Your Highness." A guard from the underworld comes up to them. His face is filled with the signs of a war.
"It's your brother, Donn.." His words fall short as Zagreus can sense something isn't right.
His brother's presence is missing. He can't feel his life force. The blood they share, and being Gods, they can sense each other.
"Where is Donn?" Zagreus demands.
The guard looks down at his feet, ashamed. "I'm sorry, Your Highness. He didn't make it."
An oppressive blackness seeps into Zagreus' veins as soon as the words left the guard's lips. He felt their coldness deep within his bones, like leaden weights pulling him to the depths of a watery grave. The air around him seemed to thicken, and he felt like a granite slab had been placed upon his chest, crushing him with its weight.
His brother can't be dead. He was hit by magic. But he is a God, and he is immortal!
Alessia steps forward, placing a gentle hand on Zagreus' arm. "I'm so sorry," she says softly.
