Duskfire Glacier and the boy becomes a man

faust lingers in the moment, a rare softness in the press of his nose against kaelith’s brow. for all the weight that bears down on him, for all the blood yet to be spilled, there is comfort in knowing his brother stands beside him.
you will. the words are firm, not just a promise but a certainty. kaelith is not a warrior, not yet—but faust sees the steel in him, the resolve that will harden when the time comes.
he exhales, watching the way his brother steps forward with newfound purpose. the glacier will forge him, like it has forged them all.
you won’t have to wait long.
the call to battle is closer than either of them would like. the wind howls over the ice, a prelude to war, and faust turns his gaze toward the horizon.
the time will come.