He couldn't form words. His lips parted once, twice, but only air escaped. Still, his eyes said everything. Is it true? they asked. Can there really be justice?
Kael met that look in silence. He didn't smile, didn't promise. But his steady gaze was enough, an unspoken assurance that, for now, there might still be a thread of purpose left for Gram to hold on to.
The fire between them crackled and hissed, throwing fleeting sparks into the night sky tiny, dying stars against a sea of darkness.
Kael's expression hardened as Gram's question broke the silence.
"Even the godlings?" Gram asked, his voice unsteady, half in fear and half in awe.
Kael held his gaze and nodded once, firm and deliberate.
