After eliminating the hidden assassins with ease, Igaris did not rush. He moved slowly, each step deliberate, as he made his way toward the outer section of the estate. There, nestled in a quiet grove surrounded by moss-covered stone walls and withered lanterns, lay the ancestral graveyard of the Vance family.
It was a sacred place. The resting ground of generations past. His father. His mother. His grandparents. Dozens of ancestors who once upheld the dignity of their name. And there, at the heart of it all, was the grave of his older brother, Izroth.
The brother who had once carried the responsibility of their family's hope. The prodigy. The protector. The one who died too soon.
