Caelis's eyes were fixed on the star-filled sky. Until now, he had struggled to accept the truth that his brother was gone. There had always been a faint glimmer of hope—fragile, yet persistent—that somehow, somewhere, his brother was still alive.
But the moment he met Claude, that fragile hope shattered completely.
Whether he liked it or not, he was forced to accept the truth—his brother would never return.
And yet…
In that same moment, he had also encountered his brother's legacy—his only son. He had never expected to see his brother's face again, nor hear his voice, even if only through a lingering fragment of consciousness.
Not only that, but he had also come face to face with the fox his brother had once saved from a group of wicked mages.
