Rhys looked across the maroon sea of shifting and groaning Fae and men.

Even the sea mist from the sea beyond the bloodsoaked hills did nothing to cleanse the smell.

He jumped when someone touched his shoulder.

"It's just me." Cassian's bitter face found him. "Az just reached me, your father wants to speak to you."

"My father." Rhys gritted through his teeth.

There was nothing short of painful regret and shame whenever he looked upon his High Lord father.

"Not now."

"Rhys you are summoned."

"I know," he remarked bitterly, walking on, "but I am needed." He walked to one of the first fallen Illyrian's doing his work, and saving what he could from the horrors Hybern and his father had took part in.