Eron was unable to contain his tears as he shook Nichol's face and realized that he was holding his brother's lifeless body. Some of his soldiers went to him and surrounded him, protecting him as he cried silently clinging to the deceased traitor. "The king is dead!" Shouted some Atheayuridian soldiers and, seeing themselves outnumbered, they surrendered, kneeling on the black sand. The Selirian army, along with the continental mercenaries, did not surrender and the battle continued. Eron hardly saw any of that happen, unwilling to hand his little brother over to the arms of Azhema.
The King of Handar didn’t count how long he remained there, sitting on the sand and clinging to Nichol’s body, his brother, his enemy and his savior. He stood up carefully and gently placed his head in the san
