Sigh ... I can't be certain, but it seems about a week has passed since the fight against Philip. Honestly, I still can't quite believe the outcome. However, I know that we managed to defeat my brother, who turned out to be a sorcerer.
I exhaled slowly, recalling that moment when I woke up in the middle of the night. I glanced around and realized that Neville was lying next to me. He was still alive, but Philip, who lay there with a spear through his chest, was obviously no longer breathing.
That night, even though I was conscious, I couldn't do anything because my whole body was in pain and immobile. I looked up, intending to gaze at the night sky illuminated by the moon and stars, unobstructed by anything except for the trees whose leaves had burned.