"Big bro? Big bro!" yelled Julius, his panicked eyes darting over his brother's body. Fortunately, his ethereal frame wasn't flickering, causing his tense muscles to relax a little. Yet, he knew something terrible must have happened after witnessing the cracked sigil.
Fear flickered in his eyes. "What did you do?" he muttered, his lips curling into a bitter smile. They had promised to return the sigil in pristine condition. But not only was it on the verge of collapse, he couldn't feel any energy coming from it. The archaic medal was no different from a decorative ornament found in markets.
"We need to escape, or we're dead," he said, his face paling as he imagined how the emperor would deal with them after seeing his precious item ruined.
