The Land Of The Dead

Silvan's eyes flickered with sadness and disappointment, his shoulders sagging slightly as if weighed down by invisible chains, "So, in the end, you still choose this kingdom over your family," he said softly, his voice heavy with bitterness, "Maybe I shouldn't have kept my hopes up. If you were any different, maybe my mother would still be alive. We both know you could have saved her if you really wanted to."

Seron's eyes flickered with pain, his hand tightening around his staff. His voice broke as he replied, "I loved your mother, Silvan. But there was no world where I could have kept her safe or let her live happily—not without destroying your life in the process. But you're right… it's my fault she's dead. I never should have entered her life to begin with."

His voice steadied as he continued, his gaze pleading, "But I'm not choosing the kingdom over you now. I'm trying to stop you before you end up with even more regrets than I carry."