The palace was just as he remembered. Empty and soulless. The walls were faint, shielding its inhabitants from the screams and wails that erupted outside on the battlefield.

Stephan made his way into the Royal wing, his boots light on the wooden floors.

“Oh, brother?”

“Where are you, my brother?” He called out to him, calmly.

The sound of steel clanking at the other end of the wall made him freeze. He calculated his steps, sneaking up on the men.

His blade slid through the neck of the first guard. The man didn’t even get to shout. His body dropped, lifeless.

The second turned with eyes wide. His hand barely...