2025-01-16 05:08:52The sun had barely risen over the horizon as Evans and his companions made their way down the mountain. The loss of Kael hung over him like a thick fog, clouding his thoughts and making each step feel heavier than the last. His brother’s sacrifice still echoed in his mind, a reminder that some choices came at the cost of everything.
Amara walked beside him, her expression unreadable. The weight of what they had just done was heavy on her too, but she was trying to remain strong—for Evans, for the kingdom."You did what you had to do," Amara said, her voice soft but firm. "Kael made his choice. There was no other way."Evans didn’t respond at first. The words felt hollow, meaningless in the face of the loss he’d just experienced. He could still see Kael’s face, so vulnerable in those last moments. "But did I, Amara? Did I do enough? Did I truly choose the right path?"She glanced at him, her eyes filled with a deep sympathy that only made the guilt
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