Old Brama couldn't control his shaking. Even when he tried grabbing his wrist with a hand, that hand just started to shake as well.
"Grandfather?" Megean tried to call on him, the worry thick in her voice. But Old Brama didn't seem to hear it at all.
Honestly, Megean didn't know what to think of this new, younger version of her grandfather. Originally, she had almost not recognized him at all, especially since he was no longer of the C-tier. But the aura was undeniable.
This was her grandfather.
But when they were on the verge of death, thinking the descent of the Angels meant the end for them, there wasn't really time to talk things through.
Luckily, in the last couple of days, there had been time to do exactly that, and things had been good… until Sylas returned again.
