Third person
The moment Captain Caleb's sword rose, the air dropped. Rain's body lay behind, with Atam on his knees by his side, still unable to accept the bitter truth staring him in the face.
"You have no grounds to wage a war here," Vegas growled, but his words felt like a drop of water tossed into a river.
"You came for my brother, and the healer said he shouldn't have guests over. I did make sure the guards relayed the message on time." His hand roughly combed his hair backward. "If you had left, the incident wouldn't have happened," he added.
Captain Caleb turned. His gaze was too cold. His eyes no longer held the light of life they had a few minutes back. All they had asked for was for them to open the gate.
"We begged. We stripped off our pride and begged, even on our knees." A bitter laugh tore through him. "Do you know how long… I've raised him just for you to let him die like this?"
