The battlefield fell into absolute silence.
Not because the fighting had ended, but because no one knew how to answer.
Auxilva's question lingered in the frozen air, carried by every icy gust sweeping across the shattered wasteland.
“Why do you protect those who slaughtered my children?”
His voice was not filled with rage. It was filled with grief—a grief so ancient it had seeped into the core of the realm itself.
The divine tears flowing from his sapphire eyes struck the frozen earth one after another. Wherever they landed, the glacier dissolved—not from heat, but from a gentle, restorative magic. Tiny flowers of translucent blue crystal bloomed from the melting ice, glowing faintly beneath the darkened sky.
“...Children?”
My voice barely escaped my throat.
Alexander remained moti
