A Brother's Last Stand
"Big brother, don't die. I'll bring Steffan to save you."
With tears filling his eyes, White Ghost entrusted everything to his elder brother before turning around and fleeing with every last bit of strength remaining in his battered body.
His footsteps echoed for only a brief moment before disappearing into the darkness beyond the courtyard wall.
He never looked back.
He knew that if he hesitated for even a single heartbeat, everything his brother had sacrificed would become meaningless.
Seeing this brotherly love, Julian felt no guilt.
He was the villain.
Heh, this is what I should do.
Julian stood quietly beneath the moonlight, his black hair swaying gently in the cool night breeze. His golden eyes remained calm, without the slightest ripple of pity. The bond between the two brothers was genuine, but they had chosen to walk the path of killers. Tonight was simply the consequence of that choice.
