It was raining. It had to be raining. There could be no other way.
The brothers had dug deep into the Earth.
The angels had wept over them, knowing their sins and the weight of their guilt.
For the brothers, it was only a matter of time before their guilt, their tribulations and their grievances would lead them back here. The rain slowed down. Heavy tears fell from the skies. Their ancestors, their fallen kin, their brothers, sisters- wept. Wept for the Mantis brothers.
Wept for the Wolves of Mandalore.
He looked upon his brother and struck the metal case with his shovel.
"The moment arrives."
He reached down, and the brothers pulled open the heavy metal case. As the rain let up, Preliat stood tall. He stared at his brother.
"We have come so far, brother."
He let the helmet fall over his worn features.
"Just a few more steps and then we can rest, brother."