Perfect Avatar-Chapter 118: Lamentations For The Fallen

Several days had passed since the Rift opened.The purple cloud extended all around the central region, already infested with all kinds of Disasters.

Most of the citizens had already left the surrounding towns, heading south, north, or east, some unlucky ones caught in their runs.

There were no reports about what happened in the capital, but everyone, without a word, was able to understand the tragedy.

Arriving at their destination in the town of Vysconia, located south of the capital, Iris, Freya, Mercy, Zuri, and Cid were sitting in front of a building used to receive refugees.

Above them, the sky was starry again, a small consolation.

Iris was listening to the news on the radio, impatient to have some information. Cid, noticing this, sighed.

"What’s the point? We know the Rift is open, it’s over."

But Iris just ignored him. He gritted his teeth and walked towards her, his hand reaching for the phone when the world turned upside down.

"Uh?!"

He fell on his back, thrown with one hand by Iris.

"Ouch... Oh, what was that for?! You think you can do anything just because you’re angry?"

Iris looked at him, her facial expression sending shivers down his spine.

"You open your mouth again and there won’t be any need for a player to send you to Hell."

"Ugh... well, so what? You want to kill me? Then go for it! Do it, let’s see if you feel better afterward! Do you think it’ll make a difference? Go for it!"

Iris, furious, took a step forward, quickly stopped by Mercy who stood between them.

She breathed heavily and looked at Iris with tired eyes.

"Could you guys just stop this? Is it too much to ask for a little peace? Can I at least mourn my brother in silence?"

Iris gritted her teeth and lowered her head.

"I’m sick of this... Why are you so sure they’re dead? They were with us in the train station, Dora has a dimensional room, why should they be dead?!"

Her eyes started dancing under a sheet of tears, Mercy tried to smile, but her own tears didn’t allow her.

"How long does it take to come here? Didn’ Midgard say they had a skill to teleport anywhere in the kingdom? They know we’re here so how long are they gonna make us wait?"

She lowered her head too and wiped her tears.

"I’m tired of hoping... It never works, and it hurts so bad... let me believe that they’re dead, so at least I’ll be happy when I see them..."

Iris shook even more and walked to a distant bench then sat down, hiding her tears. Freya looked at the starry sky with melancholy.

"Aren’t you supposed to be immortal? Come back already..."

She looked down and looked at a group of refugees nearby then stood next to Zuri who was sitting on the ground, holding out her hand.

"Since there’s no point in staying here, let’s start by finding our people. The students of Saint Nova, our families."

Zuri raised her head emotionlessly and gently slapped Freya’s hand.

"My family is Dora, I’m not going anywhere."

Freya gave her a sympathetic smile and sat down next to her.

"Oh? Really? I remember you used him as a tool to show off, and he treated you like an object, you know..."

Zuri turned her by the shoulder and slapped her.

The others were surprised, and Freya, silent at first, placed a hand on her reddened cheek.

"You know nothing about him and I, none of you do! You only came because he was strong in the first place, so keep your stupid arrogance to yourselves! Don’t ever talk about us!"

Freya glanced at Zuri’s face, her eyes drained of all tears. She sighed and leaned back.

"Too bad, if you had been a little more patient you would have heard me say "an object, more precisely a diamond"... but I’m happy that you can release what is in your heart, you were very silent." She stood up and faced the Marquise’s daughter.

"Tell me, since you know Dora so much, why do you think he’s not here yet?"

Zuri looked at her angrily and cowered.

Freya looked out into the moonless night again.

"The answer is not that difficult, it’s because. That’s all, nothing more. We don’t know where they are, we don’t know how things happened, we only know that we didn’t win. What’s the point of lying? Aren’t we old enough?"

Each member of his group stared at a different spot, but in silence, they listened intently.

"Who are we to decide their fate? Do you feel happier by convincing yourself that they are alive? Do you plan to mourn them forever? I think you have all forgotten that before we were nobles, we were emissaries. We have faced death every day, we could have died in the undead Rift, we could have died when the Queen arrived. How do you think your families would react? Do you want them to mourn you forever? That they stop living because of you? Do you even realize who you are? You all."

She stepped forward, placing a hand on her chest.

"You are the mirror of our friends, the last vessel of their memories. No one knows who they are, but if you talk about them, if you show everyone how beautiful you are because of them, then you will do something special, you will make them live in someone else, you will immortalize them."

Tears started to regain life in Zuri’s eyes, but before she could wipe them out, Freya’s hands gently grabbed her arms.

"Do not hide your feelings, those tears are an offering, proof that they had an impact on your life. If they are in heaven, show them how much you cared for them."

Zuri made a face of emotion and openly burst into tears. Freya knelt down and hugged her, tears beading in her own eyes.

Iri’s phone fell to the ground, and she cried too, and Mercy, sitting on the ground, burst into tears.

They cried profusely, they cried as loudly as their heart asked them to. There was no world around them, nor people, not even themselves.

They cried so their tears would get a soul and become an offering for the fallen, they cried so the loved one would smile, knowing that their death was meaningful.

They cried so they would keep the will to live, and make the memories of those heroes an immortal canvas.

People watched this scene, there was no need for context to understand the situation. Parents held their children tightly, others looked away, and some even started crying too, crying had the blessing of being a universal language in this moment and powerful enough to move even the broken spirit of Cid.

He looked at them, fist clenched, as a burning desire was growing in him.

"This is the last time I’m running away... I will climb to the top and force everyone to remember me, the same way you did... Uh?"

He suddenly flinched and started walking, a confused expression on his face, growing more and more, until he reached a person hiding under a blanket, sitting on the ground, among the people. frёewebnoѵēl.com

He remained motionless for a while and murmured.

"Hope?"