The Price of Puppets

Chapter 11: The Price of Puppets

The corrupted grin on Elder Harven's face began to twitch.

His arms trembled. His legs buckled.

Synoh, still gripping his sword tightly, whispered to himself, "Fel… was that enough?"

A voice echoed in his mind:

"You did well. The nullification... reached the soul tether."

Harven's figure staggered.

The dark aura faded.

Then—his expression shifted. The cruel, lazy smile turned blank, then pained.

"Ugh..." Harven gasped, as if waking from a long nightmare.

Harry and Harold ran forward.

"Father?!"

His eyes, now soft and human again, locked with theirs. For just a moment, it was truly him.

His voice shook. "My boys… I'm sorry… I—I was weak… and they used me…"

Tears fell freely from Harold's cheeks. "No! You're back now! It's not your fault!"

Harven coughed, blood at his lips. His body trembled from internal damage.

Still, he lifted a hand—shaking—reaching to their faces. A father's touch, the only gesture he could still give.

"I've always… loved you both," he whispered.

And then… his eyes lost their light.

He collapsed in his sons' arms.

"No—Father!"

"Don't leave us!"

Harry and Harold wept, the weight of their failure and love crashing over them.

Outside, the chaos of the village felt a thousand miles away.

Synoh, panting and weak from both the stab wound and mana drain, leaned against the wall.

Dred, clutching his side, sat beside him.

"You okay…?" Dred muttered, voice low.

"I'll live," Synoh said, wincing. "What about you?"

"I'm too stubborn to die," Dred smirked faintly. "Still… that was reckless, even for you."

Synoh gave a faint laugh. "You're welcome."

The two rested for a moment as the grief of the brothers echoed in the background. Then, Fel's voice chimed in Synoh's head.

"The strings of the puppet are cut. But the puppeteer still sleeps."

"…We need to report to Captain Elara," Synoh said finally.

Dred nodded. "Yeah. Before things outside get worse."

As the two of them limped out of the shattered house, the moon watched silently above…

A night of pain… and a small, tragic peace.