He thought it was over...
He thought death had finally welcomed him...
He accepted that it came to fulfill what it had denied him years ago in the dungeons...
Until...
He felt his hand being squeezed tightly...
It was probably just an aftereffect of his situation, or his brain trying to fight for life through hallucination, but the feeling was familiar...
It was that of someone trying to draw warmth and courage from him...
It was the one feeling that kept him alive down that dungeon...
He needed to be there for his sister. As the elder son, it was the least he could do after failing his siblings one after the other...
He willed his hand to move, to squeeze back, and that was when it happened...
Suddenly, a burning sensation crawled through his body, as if carried by his blood to every inch of it. From the bottom of his feet to the tips of his fingers.
