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.

didn't have

"Huuu."

wasn't the first time I lost someone important to me. I had already readied myself beforehand

Even so…

It hurt like hell.

"Nola, mom..."

out to my family, my voice trembling as I struggled to contain my

my father's death hung heavily over me, threatening to crush me

air. I knew I had to be strong. To keep it together for my

"Uhh."

in the distance, my heart aching at the thought of leaving them behind. But I had

the two of you go over there. Bring...bring dad's

my

as she spoke

"You're leaving?"

unable to meet

There are things I need to

taste in my mouth, and I regretted them almost immediately. Nola's reaction was swift and fierce, her

just died, damn

cried, her voice growing louder and more

you seriously say that staying here with Dad is a waste

"No... wait..."

had meant, but how could I explain

"Nola, calm down."

mother intervened, trying to diffuse

she was beyond reason, her emotions raw and

are you taking his side?! Did you not hear what he said? He thinks being with us is a waste of his

what he meant, and you know

strongly, her arms wrapping around Nola's

did he

demanded, her eyes flashing with

my mother's gaze, silently pleading for her to handle the situation. She nodded her head, a subtle signal that she was with

listen to your brother. We're only a

you! Damn it! Let me go,

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

"Fine, go!"

mother's grasp. The tears that streamed down from her

"I… I…"

limped over in our mother's arms, and she

"Uwaaaa! Daaaad! Whyyy!?"

direction. My vision began to blur, and the next thing I knew,

thought back at what just happened, I started to

"Haa…haaa..haaaaa…"

'Not yet.'

myself once again, but unlike before, it proved to be a much harder task. The pain… it was a lot harder to mask

"Fuck!"

enough. I needed to vent… I needed to let out what was built up in me, and slowly, the pain that I was

Rage…

a rage unlike any other, and right then, as if something within me snapped, the world around me turned completely

certain direction, the waves beneath me quaked and the

Rumble! Rumble!

projection of a massive sword soon materialized

***

"Do you see it?"

them were

able to see everything that was happening

happened is a consequence

even as his own father died, he showed no such reaction. It frustrated Jezebeth to

severely underestimated how