Chapter 283
“Brother, are you okay?”
A young Abel asked, his voice filled with concern. The cold night wind brushed against his cheeks. Cain had suddenly run out, leaving Abel behind, and now he sat blankly at the village entrance.
“…”
Cain didn’t answer. His pale cheeks were stained with tears. He had just realized that his powers couldn’t bring someone back to life.
Though his transformed body no longer felt the cold, the storm inside his broken heart was as bitter as a freezing northern wind. Abel cautiously approached and pointed to the corner of Cain’s mouth.
“Brother, there’s something on your lips.”
“Huh…?”
Instinctively, Cain wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Bluish stains smudged across the fabric—it was the blood of the giant he had drunk until his belly was nearly full.
When he turned his head, he finally noticed Abel’s face. The small boy was trembling, draped in an oversized coat that didn’t fit him. Cain suddenly realized: this child was all he had left.