The dazzling light of the stars dimmed and peace returned to the chaotic battlefield.
On the charred floor were two bodies, barely twitching. Both men were scorched beyond recognition, their bodies twitching in pain as they reached out to each other.
"L…Lyxor…" Lucius gasped, desperately struggling to breathe.
His vision blurred, his chest tightened, and behind Lyxor's scorched body were familiar faces.
Faces he seemed to have forgotten over the years.
'Mum? Dad? Lia?' Lucius gasped as he saw his family standing behind Lyxor's scorched body, all three crying loudly.
How could this be their son?
How could the world reduce their brother to this?
"Come, big brother, you don't have to suffer anymore." Lia cried, her little hands reaching out for Lucius but her parents stopped her from approaching.
"We can't force him, it has to be his choice." Lucius's Father said, gently patting her hair.
