"I was told that you have the remains of my brother with you," Vulmir said at last, his expression expectant, almost eager.
Venedikt was startled by the revelation, though he quickly regained his composure. Without hesitation, he stretched his right hand forward, summoning the golden skeleton from his space ring.
The air between them shimmered, turning hazy, then cleared a heartbeat later. What remained was a skeleton of pure gold, its form held together not by flesh or sinew, but by an invisible force, and from its bones radiated a gentle brilliance, warm and steady, like the rays of dawn.
Vulmir visibly exhaled. His golden eyes brightened, tears of molten gold spilling freely as he leaned forward, hands trembling, and took hold of the skull. He pressed his forehead against it, silent and unmoving for several breaths.
