A solemn promise to appease the tragedy carried into the people's hearts. No matter the obstacle ahead, the drive to carry on their memories outweighed the bitter truth.
Time passes to an awkward drive to Konlda, where many of the buildings stood at equal height. Most shops were closed to honor the deceased, or so was the portrayal, the truth, none wanted to be stuck in the firing line, especially the small businesses.
Kul and Asmodeus headed on to where Esvalo called, the glances were rather awkward and uncertain. The mental image of the prince of lust being dominated couldn't be washed either with bleach or acid. The traumatic experience etched itself into her heart.
