Title: Ghosts of a Lost Brother
A ruined temple lay beneath golden sands. Statues of a forgotten god lined the path, their faces cracked but noble.
Kael felt it… sorrow, ancient and heavy.
Inside, the fourth seal pulsed like a heartbeat—bound to a ghostly figure.
A man stepped forward. Beautiful, radiant, even in death. He smiled gently.
Fallen God:
"Azrion… you returned."
Azrion was quiet.
Azrion:
"I didn't want to. Not here."
Kael:
"Who is he?"
Azrion:
"My mentor. My friend. My brother in arms. He tried to protect me when the gods turned on us."
The fallen god wept.
Fallen God:
"I failed you. I couldn't stop them. They used my blood to seal you."
The temple began to shake. The seal's magic forced the god's soul to transform into a wraith, made of gold and grief.
He attacked.
The battle was heartbreaking. Every strike from the god came with tears. Every blow Kael landed hurt his heart.
Fallen God (whispering):
"I loved you like a son, Azrion… forgive me…"
Azrion, fighting through Kael, stopped mid-battle.
He opened his arms.
Azrion (softly):
"You already are."
The god smiled… and vanished into light.
The fourth seal shattered, leaving only silence.
Kael (whispering):
"How many more people do we have to lose?"
Azrion said nothing. But Kael felt it—the war ahead was going to take everything.