He does not hear anything. Does not speak, does not see. As if the world has gone terribly grey. Grief banged within his soul. Fierce and desperate.
Shock seized Moulin's soul. And he suddenly felt too afraid to move. Eyes gray with despair. His knees grow weak, threatening to fall and crash. "M-My mother?"
Pola only nods, hiding her tears. She would have felt joy under different circumstances to see the young master's face once again. However, faced with the bleak household and the bodies infected and burned for carrying the Kron, they could not even smile. And so was the rest of the people in the estate. No cure has arisen to save the dying. Grief has swallowed the entire city and soon... the kingdom.
