Kilav felt a twinge of guilt pull at his soul after the mention of the destruction of Valstram. He was meant to be the leader in his father's lack of presence, he was meant to protect them. "They..." He murmered, his eyes looking distant. "No-one knew who they were, they struck so fast. I di- We, didn't stand a chance." He took a pained sip from his drink, the firey beverage rejuvinating him slightly as he felt the burning in his throat.
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