Beyond the Apocalypse

Vlad exchanged a solemn glance with Freya, and in near unison, they slipped into their formal attire. They left the comfort of the Xaos Tower, soared briefly above the city’s rings, then glided down to the ground a few meters beyond the outer gates. Their expressions were composed and dignified, ready for the somber duty that awaited them.

The gates of Xaos City’s outer ring creaked open soon after, and soldiers began to stream out. Behind them came hundreds, then thousands, and eventually millions of civilians, all of whom arranged themselves on either side of the main road, leaving a broad, clear path in the center.

Within the span of an hour, at least a million citizens had assembled in neat, respectful formations outside the city walls. Their faces reflected a heavy mixture of sorrow, pride, and anticipation as they turned to observe the distant procession. The war with the Leviathans might have ended, but the grim cost of victory was just now making its return.

Not long after, Grand Marshal Anglius and the rest of the human army arrived at the foot of the mountain upon which the city was built. Yet, instead of entering through the open gates, they formed up in strict ranks, parted themselves into two columns, and stood at attention. Their posture allowed a corridor to extend between them—a silent, honorable avenue for the soldier-borne coffins. Jormungandr, Ouroboros, Overlord, and other high-ranking figures joined the ranks as well, all united in a solemn vigil. None spoke; none dared break the gravity of the moment.

Grand Marshal Anglius, his colossal golden frame distinctive, placed his right fist over his heart. The soldiers around him, men and women who had fought side by side with the fallen, mirrored his gesture. Together, they watched as lines of their comrades—carefully carrying coffins—began their slow march toward Vlad and Freya, who stood in front. The finality of it cut deep into everyone’s hearts.

Vlad and Freya clasped their hands together and bowed their heads the instant the first coffin reached them. Gazing around, the populace of Xaos City, arrayed at a distance, witnessed an extraordinary sight. Despite being hailed as a "God-King," Vlad bowed as any mortal would, offering his utmost respect. Freya matched his humility, forming an image of quiet reverence. If there was any deed that warranted the bow of a so-called deity, it was the ultimate sacrifice of these men and women who had laid down their lives to protect the world.

Step by step, the soldiers bearing the coffins moved forward, performing an excruciatingly slow and meticulous march. No one dared hurry them; it was vital they carry out this final tribute with total care. Hour after hour passed, the last rays of the sun stretching long shadows across the open ground. Neither children nor adults made a sound. The city’s usual bustle had surrendered to reverent silence.

In that hush, one could sense a profound unity among the people. Young children who normally might have grown restless remained quiet, understanding in some small but significant way that this occasion was set apart from daily life. Their bright eyes widened with awe and respect. The words that kept running through their minds were simple yet meaningful.

"Heroes."

Yes, these coffins belonged to heroes. Even as sadness weighed heavy in the air, it mingled with an uplifting sense of pride. Their deaths had secured Terra’s salvation, ensuring that families could sleep without fear of monstrous Leviathan swarms.