Chapter 162

Henry's screams were the most painful sound Leon had ever heard. He couldn't scream; his pain paralyzed him as he watched Derek fall to the ground. Leon looked at the shooter and ran, holding the shield in his hands toward Eiras's body, who was holding the bow. He then decapitated him with the shield, with such force and hatred that blood sprayed across his face. And that wasn't enough. It would never be enough. The pain in his heart could not be erased.

Henry ran just in time to hold his brother's head in his lap, tears flowing profusely down his face. His mind couldn't process what he was seeing—his brother dying in his arms.

There was no time to say anything, only to look at each other while life drained from Derek's body. Henry held his head, and Derek died looking into his older brother’s face. There was no fear in his eyes, only sadness.

He screamed, shouting all his pain to the world. He wanted to die too.

He shook his body, touched his face with his