The strong wind blew, wiping his dust into the air. Her trembling hands reached out to catch some of his ashes. Her lip quivered as she let out ragged breathing.
"N-Nigel," her voice came out croaked and shaken. It felt like her heart had sunk to her stomach. She saw it but didn't want to believe it, shaking her head repeatedly.
Blake's body has also been swept by the wind. She held the remaining piece of his dust particles to her chest falling to the ground.
Never in her life had she felt this pain before even when her kind was wiped out and she was the only one left in the world.
The sound of a blast from a distance near the pillar of light. He had conjured the three gatekeepers of the underworld. She stared in the distance, the lump in her throat made it harder to swallow.
