Never in his wildest dreams had Ezra imagined he would be running into his brother like this. But for Ramel, it wasn’t a chance encounter at all. He had turned every rock and interrogated every man, woman, and child to discover his brother’s whereabouts.“It is so good to see you again, my dearest brother,” Ramel said, jumping down from his Vanquisher. A lot had changed since Ramel had first tasted the sweet liquor of corruption. At that time, he was a naïve young man, looking to carve out a name for himself and rise above his peers. But now, he looked like one of Zepheroth’s most loyal servants.Ramel had discarded his silken robes for a black jacket and a furry gray cloak stained with blood. Half his face was burnt, and black veins throbbed under his eyelids.The spark of life in his eyes was long gone, and he no longer looked like a part of the living world. It was as if he had sold his soul to the Dark Lord and now only existed as a shadow of his former shelf.Ezra took a long loo
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