"Rest well, my friend," Hector murmured, his voice heavy with grief as he knelt beside Mynes' lifeless body. The once-proud prince of Lyrnessus now lay still, his bloodied armor broken, his face forever frozen in a final, peaceful expression. Hector stared down at him, his heart weighed down by a sorrow that words could not convey.
Mynes had been more than just an ally. They had known each other for years, had stood side by side on the battlefield, and had shared countless meals and moments of camaraderie. To Hector, he was not just a fellow warrior but a brother in arms, someone he respected deeply. And now, to see him like this—defeated, his city in ruins—filled Hector with deep regret.
I should have come sooner.
