Some time ago, Kael and Gustin found themselves sitting in a small garden by a pond with a water fountain, trees, and flowers.
Kael sat gracefully on a bench, his golden hair gently swaying in the air, and his eyes glinting with wisdom.
Beside him sat Gustin, his face clouded with guilt and remorse.
Gustin had a gloomy and depressed expression. He blamed himself for rescuing Onver, playing different scenarios in his mind.
If he hadn't given him the core, if he hadn't assigned someone to teach him, if only he hadn't fought him if he wasn't insecure about Onver's power progression, and if only he had made sure that Onver was no more.
Nothing would have happened. He could have conquered the legacy with Cara, finally reaching her level of power.
He could have even asked her out.
The legacy could have been conquered with Cara, and he would have stood by her side, strong.
All of this was lost due to his foolishness.
