Lovigary knelt on the cracked earth, cradling Adams' limp body in his arms. His hands trembled as they clutched his brother's blood-soaked chest, his fingers curling around the cold, lifeless skin as if holding him tighter could somehow bring him back. His face was twisted in anguish, and his breath came in ragged gasps as tears streamed down his cheeks, falling onto Adams' still face.
"Brother, wake up... please, wake up," Lovigary cried, his voice cracking with desperation. His entire body shook as the words spilled from his mouth, a plea filled with disbelief, as if the sheer force of his will could reverse what had happened. His eyes were wide, wild with denial, darting between Adams' closed eyes and the blood pooling beneath him.
