The Author's POV

Drip! Drip! Drip!

"It can't be… no…"

"Uwaaaa!"

Incomprehensible mutterings, a loud wail, and the sounds of rain dripping against the ground.

All of it reached my ears, and yet at the same time didn't.

Standing where I was, my mind was blank. I couldn't think of anything, and the noise around me came from one ear and left from another.

I was numb, so numb… Staring at the figure that lay before me, I didn't know how to react.

'He's dead…'

I tried to check up on him moments prior, but his heart and breath had stopped. There was nothing I could do at the moment, and it was this sense of helplessness that made me numb.

Why? …why did it have to happen again? Why did someone else have to leave me? Especially my father, of all people… the one person I was supposed to protect?

I closed my eyes, the rain still trickling down my face. Images of the past flashed in my mind, moments that I had shared with my father.

'Is this how he felt?'

At last, I was able to understand the constant agony that the other version of me had to endure on a consistent basis, and I noticed that something was beginning to eat away at my chest.

"Haa… uhaaa…"

Breathing was becoming incredibly difficult at the moment, and if not for me being used to this, I would've already lost it at this point.

'Not yet… I can't show weakness just yet…'

I held back everything that was threatening to come out at that moment and kept it to myself.

There would be a time later when I could show weakness… The time wasn't now.

Not yet, at least…

The rain continued to pour down, drenching my clothes and making me feel cold. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.

"B,brother."

It was upon hearing Nola's voice that I turned around. The pain that I was feeling further intensified when I caught her gaze, and I raised my head to look up.

She had grown up since I had last seen her. With the time she spent in Immorra, she was now 14 years old… a teen. She had grown into a beautiful young girl and was no longer the little girl that I used to know.

Unlike before, she was aware of what was happening, and I couldn't bring myself to look at her.

"B,brother."

She called out again, but I didn't respond. I didn't want to face her. To see the look of sadness and confusion on her face.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The silence was deafening, the only sound being the raindrops hitting the ground. It was as if the world had stopped for a moment, frozen in time.

"Hiek… b,brother… answer me…"

The rain masked her soft whimpers, and my heart ached at the thought. I really wanted to go to her at the moment and give her a hug, but I stopped myself.

Now was not the time…

'Not yet.'

I couldn't mourn just yet.

I still didn't have the time to mourn

"Huuu."

but this wasn't the first time I lost someone important to me. I had already

Even so…

It hurt like hell.

"Nola, mom..."

voice trembling as I struggled to

my father's death hung heavily over me, threatening

upon me, their concern palpable in the air. I knew I had to be strong. To keep it together for my own sake. But when I saw the sadness etched on their

"Uhh."

deep breath and pointed towards a small house in the distance, my heart aching at the thought of leaving them behind. But

of you go over

my voice shaking

eyes widened in shock as she

"You're leaving?"

nodded, unable to meet her

with you too, but...I can't. There are things I need to

taste in my mouth, and I regretted them almost

just died,

her voice growing louder and more desperate with each

seriously say that staying here with Dad is a

"No... wait..."

what I had meant, but how could I explain that to her in the midst

"Nola, calm down."

mother intervened, trying to

she was beyond reason, her

not hear what he said?

he meant,

her arms

what did

demanded, her eyes

to handle the situation. She nodded her head, a subtle signal that she was with

your brother. We're only a burden to him

it!

my mother's arms, but she was perfectly restrained by her, and she continued to glare at

"Fine, go!"

unable to escape from our mother's grasp. The tears that streamed down from her

"I… I…"

in our mother's arms,

"Uwaaaa! Daaaad! Whyyy!?"

and turning my head to look in a particular direction. My vision began to blur, and the next thing I knew,

my surroundings, and when I thought back

"Haa…haaa..haaaaa…"

'Not yet.'

again, but unlike before, it proved to be a

"Fuck!"

was not enough. I needed to vent… I needed to let out what was built up in me,

Rage…

then, as if something within me snapped, the world around me turned completely gray, and I

a certain direction, the

Rumble! Rumble!

projection of a massive sword soon materialized

***

"Do you see it?"

the two of them were in.

from his grasp, and he was able to see

is a consequence of your

such reaction. It frustrated Jezebeth to no end, and he knew that the man in front of him was not someone who would be influenced by

looks like I've severely underestimated how