Chapter 121 - Crack
The sky was cloudy, and the snow kept falling.
The air was dry, cold, and the smell of rock hung heavily in the atmosphere.
Rygar had his hand on the ground, kneeling on one leg on the rocky terrain.
Magic flowed from his fingers with precision and control, calmly shaping the land before him.
Small stones moved, the soil rose gently and, slowly, a tombstone took shape — simple, yet firm, strong like the man it honored.
His name, Eidar, was engraved on the tombstone.
His body had not been buried; in this world, the risk of the dead becoming undead was real, so Eidar's body was cremated and the ashes were spread over the mountain range.
All around, the silence was absolute.
Eris, fists clenched, stared fixedly at the tombstone, biting her lower lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to well up.
Ghislaine remained serious, motionless, arms crossed, a penetrating gaze fixed on the tombstone.
Lilia held Aisha in her arms, who trembled slightly, sobbing quietly with her face buried in her mother's neck.