It had been fourteen long years since you last laid eyes on your brother Rix and his childhood friend Leopold. During those years, you had transformed from an innocent 10-year-old kid into a mysterious and imposing figure, wearing a colorful but intimidating mask that masked your true identity.

You and your brother had different fathers, and your parents were now deceased. He was simply a human, while you on the other hand, were a demi-god, a being of complex origins, different from those around you. Perhaps that was the reason your brother's love had always been elusive, or so you thought. True motives were complicated, and the true depth of your brother's love could still be a mystery to you.

As you now looked upon your brother, he appeared like a stranger, dressed in the armor of the royal guard and warrior of the kingdom you had never cared for, but which had always been a symbol of opulence and privilege that your childhood self had despised. Meanwhile, your own path had taken a darker turn, leading you to become a humanoid 'monster' aligned with the dark side of the world. The contrast between your current state and your brother's allegiance to the light side added to the complex emotions and feelings churning within you. The air within the battlefield seemed to thicken with the weight of unspoken words and feelings. The distance between you and your brother felt like an abyss, deepened by the passage of time and the choices that had led you down separate paths.

Your eyes locked with your brother Rix's, his weary and angry gaze meeting your shielded gaze. He clutched tightly to his sword, exhaling labored breaths as he pleaded, "Brother, come back to me! This isn't you!"

In stark contrast, your fellow childhood friend Leopold watched keenly, his demeanor cool but tinged with a softer edge. He harbored deep feelings for you, feelings that he had harbored silently through the years, hidden by the age difference between you both in childhood.