The altar

Xairo watched with bated breath as the small flame flickered to life under Zagan's careful tending. A sense of awe washed over him as the fire grew, its warm light dancing across the altar and casting long shadows behind them. As the fire stabilized, Xairo felt a surge of pride and accomplishment. This was their creation, born from their mother's teachings and their own determination. He glanced at Zagan, seeing the firelight reflected in his brother's eyes, and felt a deep connection to him in that moment. They were in this together, united in purpose and bound by blood.

Xairo's gaze swept over the altar they had constructed - the sturdy stone platform, the carefully arranged elements, and now the living flame at its heart. It was more than just a physical structure; it was a conduit to something greater, a bridge between their world and the realms beyond.

"Xairo Saxe"