The altar

Together then. His brother’s words dug deep into Zagan’s twisted soul- a sense of unity rushing through his body, as they took a silent vow to bring their Mother’s vision to life. This was a testament of their strength and resolve- they weren’t surrendering to the pain of the past- of the loss of their Mother. They were owning it, and shaping their own reality- even if their Father might try to kill them for it.

While Xairo struck the flint stone with his blade, Zagan leaned in to nurture the flame- blowing softly into the glowing embers, fanning the tiny flame until it caught the rest of the tinder on fire. Slowly, it rose into a flame that reached out into the heavens, creating an ethereal glow across their altar.

"Zagan Saxe"