Dra'Allam looked at the contract on his desk and clenched his fists. His wife touched his shoulders from behind.
" You know what you have to do Dra'Allam." She left those words with him and walked out.
He stood up and followed her out, both went to the vault with their son in it. The amount of salt on the vault's walls has formed a thick wall.
Yet they could hear the terrified screams of their oldest son. The hallucinations brought by the Grieved were getting stronger.
" There's not much time left, he's getting worse with each passing moment." Dra'Allam's wife whispered.
" It's our fault you know, we spoiled him too much, we taught him others were not worth anything.
He played with the lives of innocents like they were toys, this is our karma, it should be us in there."
Dra'Allam didn't say anything, after all his oldest son took after him so he knew she was right, he was to blame.
