Chapter 585 The Last Place Where Tears Can Be Left
The sky above Eidolon was colorless. Now it was filled with blurred scribbles: Sentences once withheld, screams that dared not be released, tears kept so long they hardened into monsters.
Across that sky, unexpected colors began to flow, as if magic underpinned the gloomy heavens, painting feelings never spoken aloud. The deeper they gazed, the more apparent were patterns in the shimmering shadows that danced.
And from that sky full of scribbles, new beings fell.
As they plummeted, the wind whispered, signaling their arrival. Each creature carried the weight of pent-up emotions, as if bidding farewell to time trapped in silence. They were mirrors of wounded souls, embodiments of every pain imprisoned within oneself. Among them, faint blue light shimmered, hinting at magic flowing with them, carrying echoes of feelings sunk deep in the soul.
Not from another dimension. But from the deepest spiral of humans and entities who once said, "I'm fine," when they truly were not.
It was as if each being bore unspoken voices that spoke without words. There was hope, regret, and a yearning to be free, to fly from the prison called "self." Thus, amid the silent sky, they created a symphony that shook the heart; notes of sorrow and wounds, united in a void that felt all too close. Deep in that emptiness, a thunderous echo sounded, like a call from an entity hidden in darkness, waiting for its moment to break free.
Rupakae – a childlike creature, but with a mouth full of wounds that could never stop speaking.
The breeze around Rupakae birthed a dim halo, creating an illusion of trembling light that seemed both real and strange, reflecting the fragility of a soul trapped in a child's body.
Mavharo – a mute-robed entity who slashes herself every time someone feels guilty.
Each slash scattered beads of dark light, forming a tragic rainbow that fell to the earth, a reminder of the hollow emptiness of wounded humanity. Where that light landed, the ground absorbed it, igniting a fire of wounds unseen by the eye.
The No-Eye Mother – a woman without eyes, who embraces anyone afraid of being left behind, yet crushes them slowly.