Arkanos stepped closer, his eyes drawn to the still figure of his father. The silence in the tomb was intense, almost suffocating.
As he gazed upon the body, a strange pressure built in his chest.
Looking at the lifeless body brought a wave of forgotten memories.
He winced, feeling memories rushing in. But he steadied himself, drawing a slow breath, pushing the memories back.
Arkanos' eyes drifted to his lower body, where he noticed a massive slash in his abdomen, revealing blood and organs that were still strangely fresh.
'Must have been how he died… it's strange, though. It doesn't look like the cut from a regular weapon… maybe a magic user with powerful wind magic. Well, it doesn't matter at this point how he died.'
That was what he thought, but later on, it would.
His eyes shifted to his father's hands, the fingers still curled gently.
