Two men strolled along a winding, paved path flanked by glistening trees and ornamental plants that shimmered with the hues of dusk. The scenery was ethereal—verdant leaves danced in the breeze, while the golden sunlight filtered through the canopy, painting everything with a gentle, sacred glow.
They resembled each other—one with a commanding, mature presence and fiery red hair slicked back over skin so pale it seemed carved from alabaster; the other younger, with long, white hair tied into a neat man bun and skin the color of polished obsidian.
Ethan and his son, Regnare.
After the chaos with his mothers, Regnare had managed to create a pocket of peace just for this moment—a long-overdue conversation with the man whose blood and legacy pulsed through his veins.
"Do you perhaps know anything about the Seven Deadly Sins?" Ethan asked, his voice low, yet laced with something ancient and heavy.
