The moment the brat's eyes rolled back in his sockets, his body dropping limp, Kshitij’s breath caught in his throat. His arms tightened around the unconscious boy, heart squeezing agonisingly like he had a heart attack.

He had never seen one of his loved ones faint before. He had crushed enemies, destroyed them, pushed them to the brink of death because of his apathy, but he encountered such a hollow, terrifying moment.