Chapter 179

• •KILLIAN•
• I still remember the moment of my parents deaths—the hot flames that swallowed my home as it crumbled. I had watched from afar from a sheltered tree, and my eyes never left the building till it all turned to ash with my parents inside.
• I still remember my ten-year-old self with harsh degree burns on my body digging through the ash for any remains, only to come upon nothing but a safe my father had kept well hidden.