Bairan stood rooted to the spot, his jaw a little slack.
'Brother...'
That stranger had called himself his master's brother. When those words first hung in the air, Bairan's mind scrambled to make sense of them. He'd thought the man meant Raizel.
But this tattered figure was nothing like Raizel. When he lifted his hat to bid him farewell, that snowy white hair instantly reminded Bairan of his master.
He knew little about The Void Lord, as he called him. His master's foundation was murky at best—his parents weren't really his parents, he seemed to come from elsewhere, and somehow the present version of his master had existed before in another world.
It was a tangled web of nonsense too complex for any single human to comprehend.
Yet all this made his master an extraordinary and superior being in Bairan's eyes.
The realization that his master's brother had casually revealed himself sent a thrill through him. His heart leaped at the thought of sharing this news with Northern.
