They moved deeper into the library, searching for the door—and hopefully, a way out.
Xander moved through the moon-bathed rows of shelves. The library almost reminded him of his older brother.
His brother had spent countless hours in places like this, studying war strategies to use in the demon wars. That is, when he wasn't out on the training grounds.
Xander gritted his teeth. He had seen many horrors while trapped in the ruined city of Lysithara… but he couldn't be sure if they compared to the horrors his brother had witnessed in war.
'When he returned… he was no longer the man I remembered.'
His brother had looked hollow inside, like someone carrying a sin too heavy to confess—haunted, as though he feared someone would discover what he had done.
Xander was no longer a child. He'd seen his fair share of nightmares. Even so… he didn't understand his brother.
That man—once the person Xander admired most—now did nothing but drink and shut himself away.
