Lucian’s POV
The air was thick with smoke and the scent of burning flesh. The city that had once been filled with life was now a battlefield of destruction.
Screams echoed in the distance, blending with the crackling of flames. My boots crunched over shattered debris as I pushed forward, my body screaming in protest.
I made my way to the wreckage of my brothers’ carriage. The remains were barely recognizable, reduced to splinters and ash. My heart pounded violently in my chest, but I forced myself to stay calm.
They had to be alive.
A simple explosion couldn’t kill them.
I searched desperately, shoving aside broken wood and burnt fabric, hoping—praying—that I’d find something. But there was nothing. No bodies. No sign of them.
The longer I searched, the worse the pain in my chest g
