A week later...
The morning sun cast a golden hue over the sprawling grounds of the Kernel Tower, where a sombre assembly had gathered. Given the circumstances, the Tower had been shifted next to Earth, considering it was the safest place in the galaxy.
It was a day of mourning, a day to bid farewell to two towering figures whose absence was felt like a void in the hearts of all those present.
Clad in a simple black suit, Ashton stood before a mirror, his eyes reflecting the galaxy's weight. Beside him stood Anna like a pillar of support. Her eyes weren't red and puffed from the tears anymore.
Irina and Verina stood nearby, their faces etched with sorrow, much like the rest of the Ghosts. Vimur, Laihud, Leon, Otiga, everyone was present there.
Even Ava had joined them as Ashton had visited Earth a day before and informed them about the passing of Vulcan and Flintmace.
