Nameless stood quietly, staring at the house before him. The place he had called home for the past eleven years now appeared foreign, neglected, and distant. Memories stirred uneasily within him, like the cobwebs that lined its forgotten corners.
Immortal Elyon broke the silence. "It's been months. Dust must have taken over by now. Let's clean up," he said, pushing open the wooden gate and stepping inside.
The pair spent hours tidying and organizing, removing cobwebs from corners and brushing away the grit of abandonment.
By the time they finished, dusk had settled in, casting soft hues across the yard where they now sat opposite each other. The worn table separating them bore silent witness to the quiet that lingered between them.
Nameless's voice broke through first. "Why did you serve Bain?He asked after thinking of so many questions to ask first.
