From a young age, he adored Lyeian. The little brother he never knew he needed. But with time, he became an indispensable part of him. A part he could never let go of.
He couldn't kill him, so he looked for a way to get the best of both worlds: getting powers while also keeping Lyeian by his side.
And it led him astray, trying other disgusting methods to extract powers. And he justified himself with the simple excuse, "It was still better than killing him."
They got toxic, and he knew it. But he couldn't let him go. He could never. He would do anything to keep him close.
And as Kyle lay there on the ground, staring up at the dark, he recalled that night.
That night when the two of them journeyed through the snowy mountains. That night, he had seen Lyeian smile after years.
Lyeian was standing at the mountain top, staring up at the snow falling. It fell in all beautiful patterns that night, the moon illuminating its spark. Snows here were exceptionally beautiful.
