There is a drowning silence as they stand at the walls that overlook Lulucion’s ballistae. Pearly white metal rusted into brilliant red as artillery drank deep in blood. Whose? Kyle could not say.
Averna stared at those ominous harpoon-like weapons.
Kyle cleared his throat.
“My dad took my mom here on their first date.”
Averna did not reply. Gulls cried. The waves splashed against iron walls. And Averna kept his stare on that beautiful ballista. Ancient and horrible.
“Its scary.” He looked at Kyle, eyes glassy with tears. “Can we leave?”
Kyle stared, suddenly feeling foolish and… something else. “Yeah…”