Kael stood quietly at the base of the statue, his eyes following the carved figures. Thoughts swirled in his mind. The heroes had once saved humanity, yet in the end, everything faded. He looked up again, his chest tight, when suddenly an idea struck him.
"Hey, old man," Kael asked.
Ramos turned his head with a raised brow. "What now, brat?"
"Did they leave any descendants?"
"Descendants?" Ramos rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment. "I don't know. If they did, then those families would surely be famous. They'd be talked about everywhere."
Kael's shoulders sank. He let out a sigh.
"At least I could have dealt with their bloodline. But it seems my luck isn't that good."
He stayed quiet for a while before speaking again. "I read that Valcrest was one of the strongest noble houses back then."
Ramos gave a small grunt. "Even the strongest have to bow before the storm. Whole empires once mighty have vanished into dust. So what are noble houses compared to that?"
