Chapter 1042
In the quiet, somber air of the memorial hall, the scent of burning incense lingered. Hearing the occasional sound of muffled sobs, Al Hajat stood still, his face clouded with a complex mix of emotions.
Davey O’Rowane was dead. To him, Davey—though still young—was someone he truly clicked with. He wasn’t someone obsessed with money, and there was something simple and refreshingly different about him. On top of that, his character had no major flaws. Davey felt like one of those alien friends one met in a movie—strange, and new, but somehow easy to connect with.
So, as he looked at the framed photo of Davey smiling brightly, his heart was anything but at ease.
“I hope we can be friends again in the next life,” he said as he placed a pure white flower on the altar, lit a stick of incense, and bowed his head.
Then, when he turned to leave, his gaze landed on Kouna. Tears streamed down her face, her small shoulders shaking. Al Hajat couldn’t help but feel a deep bitterness. He assumed Davey's death must’ve crushed her.
The idea that someone like Davey—someone they thought would never die—was actually gone was a shock beyond words. The news endlessly buzzed about Davey O’Rowane and the other Awakened individuals who had resolved the crisis within the rift. What the consequences were, or what the world needed to do next.
Now that Earth’s final ace up their sleeve, Davey, was gone, the world had no choice but to urgently come up with a way to raise the level of all Awakened individuals going forward.
“Let’s prepare a new project when we get back, Antonio.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Reach out to the Sacred Group. We’ll have to invest heavily in the Awakened individuals to raise their power across the board.”
“Understood. But do we really need to go through the Sacred Group for this?”