Before leaving, Sylas ordered all the knights his father brought to scan the area for King Kael's body.
He didn't say much—just gave the command and sat on the ground, waiting.
His father didn't ask any questions. He let him lead.
The entire time, he stood nearby. Silent. Just watching.
Not judging.
Just watching—as if he wanted to see what Sylas would do next.
Sylas didn't move.
He sat still, hands resting on his knees, eyes locked on nothing.
The minutes dragged.
The search went on.
His father didn't speak.
Neither did he.
He just watched as the soldiers spread across the ruins, combing through the rubble. Step by step. Body by body.
Time passed.
Then—
A shout.
"We found King Kael!"
Sylas stood up slowly.
"Bring him here."
They found King Kael's body—and his head. Lying a distance apart.
Even from where he stood, Sylas could see the king's face.
He looked peaceful.
For a man who'd been betrayed, who died surrounded by fire and war…
His face held no fear.
