Chapter 177 - Guilt & Regrets (2)

Drystan stood outside Kaelix's chambers, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned ghostly white. The corridor was silent but for the ragged breaths he forced through his lips, trying to steady himself. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall against the cold, unyielding stone wall, as if the chill might temper the storm raging inside him. But it was no use; the dull murmur of Kaelix's grief seeped through the door, each sound a fresh wound, a reminder of the devastation that had ripped through their lives.