57 Between Us : Part 3

A disaster, really.

It was such a big disaster that one could not comprehend it. The feeling of loss, sadness, of hopelessness, watching your younger brother sleeping without you knowing when he would wake up.

Valerian smiled weakly at Aster, brushing the younger's blond hair from his forehead as he picked some of the tangled locks within the root of his head. His red eyes softly stared at his little brother's closed eyes, hoping that he would someday see the bright red pupils full of life again.

The incident a few days ago made Valerian realize how weak he was against the Vergessene. He was the only one within the Madevil city- within the world that could face off against the anarchist.

When the anarchist destroyed the kingdom's buildings and took all the cursed arrows, he could not fight him because he was holding Aster.