"Wendell, I'm sorry, I…"
Kewen looked at Wendell, who seemed as though his very soul had been drained, and was consumed by endless guilt.
Selas had been killed by Wendell's enemies seeking revenge.
At the time, Kewen had been deep in meditation, attempting to heal old wounds.
"Go away… I don't want to see anyone right now."
Wendell gritted his teeth against the excruciating pain, his voice hoarse.
He hated his enemies, hated himself, and blamed Kewen for not being able to protect Selas.
Wendell cried for three days and nights before Selas' grave.
When he finally stood up, his handsome face was now weathered, and his once black hair had turned streaked with white.
He left the Emerald Starfield and never returned.
The name Wendell became a legend sung by bards throughout the Emerald Starfield.
"It's good that you're back…"
Kewen placed his hand on Wendell's shoulder.
"It's just that, Selas…"
Wendell gave a faint smile and interrupted Kewen's words.
