Deep into the night, Lian City lay still.
Xie Jue stood on the city wall, gazing into the distant direction of the Capital City. Xie Xun ascended the wall and stood alongside him. Starlight illuminated the night path, yet they no longer had a way home.
"Second Brother…"
Both dressed in plain white, of similar height and build, their faces carrying five parts resemblance. From behind, one might mistake them for twins.
The family destroyed, lives lost, calamity thrust upon them—from Xie Jue to Xie Xun, none could fully accept the deaths of their parents nor the absence of their elder brother. Yet, neither clung to the faintest, nearly impossible hope that this was all but a nightmare.
"Is your injury better now?"
