Iefyr dove out the way of Velkin’s attack now terrified of losing his younger brother to this realm and to his own guilt. He was hurting and he had hidden it so well but now it was threatening to end him. If Velkin was consumed by this guilt and did not see reason, then he would perish in here and in physical form. Iefyr narrowly dodged another attack; Velkin was as skilled in this realm as he was in the real world.
“Velkin! Brother! Listen to me, please!” Iefyr tried but Velkin’s attacks were relentless, and his face contorted in anger and the anger was only emphasised under the flames he emitted from his hands. Iefyr dodged again.
“Brother… her hunger for power was not our doing! Neither of us wanted the dragon throne anyway! Ievos did not even want the elven throne and I am just a hu
