Saeng stood in silence over the coffin.
His wife.
Others used the words "other half" too lightly sometimes. When he used it, he well and truly meant it.
Sylas Grimblade.
It was a name he had heard in passing before. But he seemed to pass it more and more often. In fact, it probably wouldn't have been long from now that he targeted that region of the world once again.
But what was the ultimate result?
This was the Horizon of the Kaelthar, it was where they had laid their claim and staked their flag. But they kept losing to a child who hadn't even known what this world was.
Originally, Saeng hadn't cared much. He had sat upon the throne of Patriarch for so very long already. It was enough time to see the ebbs and flows of generations, enough time to understand that not every loss meant a win was out of reach, and not every win made you immune from a loss.
