His heart skipped a beat.
Eyes growing wide, he suddenly awoke from meditation, feeling a sudden pull, the removal of something within, in a spiritual sense.
The feeling of "what could be" becoming "what could have been".
Axel's eyes reflected the anguish that welled up within him. The potential the two siblings could turn into reality. The possibilities that lay within two strong-willed, passionate brothers. Stories and legacies that would remain separate, instead of intertwined. The reality that such stories would remain unreal, and thus untold.
As if a generation of solitude hadn't already had its effects on the man.
KANDAR VICTA
Axel Vekon, the Eternal Emperor, the Archmage, the Lichslayer, of the Holy Kandarin Empire.
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