Kapitel 121: Family

Trajan sat atop the roof of one of the traditional style wooden houses, his empty eyes shining slightly red. The roof had four long arches on it, down each corner, and was covered in shingles that were stained gray. He was sitting near the middle of it, his hands folded together.

He took in a deep breath and then let it out.

A single tear dripped down his face, falling to the roof silently, like the last light of evening fading into darkness.

Probus was dead.

"My friend… my brother…" Trajan's hands trembled as he looked at them with his energy vision, hands he clenched together and held around himself, hugging himself.

"What am I to do without you?" He whispered quietly, his voice ragged,

"You were all I had left."

A few minutes prior, Trajan had been pacing back and forth inside the small house.