“Reminds you of home, doesn’t it?” Canath remarked, kicking their legs under them. In front of them, the great City of Naithe burned into smolders, leaving trailing smoke floating high into the sky. The final home of the Regency, defeated.
Tanteth gave Canath a look.
“I don’t remember as much burning on Evanil,” he remarked.
“No, not the fire,” Canath said, gesturing to the red hue in the sky from the embers and flames, “its like the sunset at home, over the Sea.”
The one they used to watch as children together, sitting with their feet swinging over the edge of the dock. The sea that was now boiled dry, thanks to the Regency. The world that was now nothing more than a gaseous, smokey ruin, thanks to the Regency.
“Poetic, don’t you think?” Canath said, “they got their retribution in the end, even if we had to travel ten worlds to get to them.”
Tanteth nodded. He had always been the quieter, more thoughtful one out of the two of them. Canath watched as Tanteth took in the scene below, drinking in the view of the collapsing pillars of Naithe. Rumbles echoed throughout the valley as buildings began to succumb to the flames.
“You think we can rebuild it, home?” Tanteth asked quietly.
Canath put their hand over Tanteth’s, squeezing it gently.
“We have hope, for the first time in a long time,” Canath said, “that alone is enough to try.”
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