The moonlight shone brightly upon the vast peaks of snow covered mountains lighting up the dark night sky casting it slivery glow.
It was an utterly beautiful scene, a stark contrast to the bloody spectacle happening in the foot of the mountains.
Swish! Swish!
Through the snow laden trees, two shadows streaked past through them at blinding speed causing the snow on them shake loose and fall on the ground.
As, they raced through the land, several hooded men with their face covered and a black armour doned on their bodies appeared in front of them.
Their weapons gleamed with sharpness as their elemental auras covered the blades and daggers. The group of men radiated an intense suffocating killing intent towards the duo as they launched towards them.
However, the duo didn't even glanced at them much less stop from their advances. One of the duo, a man, simply waved his hand and the magic and the auras of the persuers vanished in an instant.
The group of the men, elite assasins trained and hardened through rigorous training halted for a millisecond shocked by the man's prowess, their co-ordination faltering.
However, just that a simple millisecond cost all of them their very lives, frozen spikes of ice erupted from the ground beneath them radiating an icy chill in the surroundings.
A blue coloured, magic circle with intricate geometrical patterns, shimmered in the man's hand. As the frozen spikes phased through the bodies of the assassins, sealing their fate in an instant.
Looking a bit closer, it was clear that the man was gravely injured. Several deep cuts marred his body, a gaping hole in his abdomen, his right chest boreing a piercing blow.
Blood flowed like a river from his body, as the man with his fatal wounds, ran at the top speed he could muster at the moment.
Yet, as they ran multiple immensely powerful auras descended in front of them, forcing the couple running to halt suddenly.
In front of them, a man with handsome features came forward. His blonde hair fluttered in the wind, as his emerald eyes looked at the couple.
In front of them stood a lean man with blonde hair and piercing green eyes as he smirked maliciously, his gaze fixed on the bloodied pair. "Leaving without a proper farewell, Xavian? That's hardly polite,you know " he sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.
The moonlight shifted, casting its silver glow on the faces of the man and woman. The man, tall and imposing, had pure white hair cascading to his shoulders, gleaming like freshly fallen snow.
His sharp, chiseled features were striking, his grey eyes glowing with an icy intensity. He was a dangerously captivating figure.
Beside him, the woman stood, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Despite her pallor and obvious struggle to stay upright, her beauty remained undeniable. She was without a doubt the most beautiful one here.
Her golden locks cascaded like liquid sunlight, each strand shimmering softly in the moonlight. High cheekbones framed her delicate features, her small nose adding to her graceful visage.
Her pink lips, even in her weakened state, were enough to quicken the pulse of any man who looked upon her. Her curvaceous figure and mesmerizing azure eyes held an enchanting allure that few could resist.
Despite the precautions they had taken, the men before them couldn't help but steal lingering glances at her unable to resist her charm.
Xavian's gaze, however, remained fixed on the blonde man, his eyes cold and brimming with anger and hatred.
If looks could kill, the man would have perished a hundred times over. Yet, Xavian did not dignify him with a response.
Instead, Xavian's focus shifted to another figure among the group. This man, sharing the same snow-white hair as Xavian, stood silently, his crimson eyes gleaming with a mysterious intensity.
Though his features were sharp and handsome, his presence paled in comparison to Xavian's commanding aura.
The blonde man, noticing the shift in attention, felt his jaw tighten as his anger simmered beneath the surface.
His pride bristled at being ignored, but he chose to remain silent, a malicious smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. After all, victory was already within his grasp.
Without a word, Xavian's simmering rage was directed at the crimson-eyed man, his silent fury speaking volumes.
"Why did you do it?" Xavian asked, his voice thick with grief and betrayal. The question hung in the air, laden with years of trust shattered in a single moment.
His mind couldn't fathom how his own flesh and blood, his brother, who had been with him since the beginning could have done something so vile.
His chest tightened as he looked at his brother, the only family he had left. They were supposed to be a united front, facing the world together.
To think that this man, who had been by his side all these years, could betray him like this—it was a wound deeper than any physical pain and he couldn't accept it. His mind was telling him he was betrayed however his heart.. it was telling him otherwise.
But in his rage and sorrow, Xavian didn't notice the subtle twitch of his brother's body, nor the brief tremor in his crimson eyes. The briefest flicker of hesitation, as though something was amiss, but it was gone in an instant.
Xavian asked again, more desperately this time, his words cutting through the tense silence, "Why?" His eyes searched his brother's face, hoping for some shred of an explanation, some reason for the betrayal before he would be forced to make this final, inevitable strike.
But in reality, the truth of the situation was already clear to him. He and his wife were trapped. Their strength had been drained to the very limits. They were already weakened, standing on the precipice of death. There was no way out of this.
Xavian had spent twenty-two days in relentless battle against demons and dark mages. Though he had emerged victorious every time, barely tiring from the onslaught, the mental stress was still there.
Due to his mental stress and being off guard at his home. He was now facing the cold reality of his situation as the poisoned wound on his chest burned giving him an intense agony.
He had returned to his pregnant wife, expecting to find her safe, protected by his brother and his wife. But instead, he found betrayal waiting for him at the doorstep of his sanctuary.
The weight of it crushed him. His once unshakable trust in his brother had been nothing but a lie. And now, standing here in the moonlit night, it seemed their fate was sealed.
They were at their last ropes.
Breaking through his turbulent thoughts, Xavian felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. Turning his head slightly, his gaze landed on his wife.
Her face was as pale as freshly fallen snow, her strength visibly waning as if every ounce of vitality had been drained from her.
Yet, despite her fragile state, her eyes still held a spark of determination that refused to be extinguished.
"Don't lose yourself so much, my dear," she said softly, her voice a whisper yet firm. "That you fail to notice the signs of manipulation around him."