Six hours later.
Zemeth was having a conversation with Jegun in the fruit garden while munching on fresh ripe fruits. They were deeply saddened by the untimely death of Immortal Vearah.
Jegun released a deep sigh. "Things happened so fast, I still have a hard time accepting the fact that Immortal Vearah perished just like that, what a waste!" he said, shaking his head over and over again.
"She died for a great cause protecting the girls," Zemeth said with a gloomy sigh. Then he remembered the immortal's spirit animal, the breathtaking butterfly that formed after Vearah's body disintegrated in the air. "Where do you think Vearah's spirit animal will go?" he asked all of a sudden.
Jegun remembered the beautiful butterfly as well. "If Immortal Vearah is powerful enough, she can come back to life because her spirit animal is intact. I'm just not so sure, where that butterfly has gone too. We should have captured it before it disappeared completely," he said.
