Sylvester sat there silently, staring at the lifeless body of Shane and his mother. How could everything turn out so bad so suddenly? He had killed the bloodling; the town should have been in a festive mood, not this… wasteland.
Bam!
The monastery was falling apart slowly since the floors above were still covered in fire. But Sylvester remained there, staring at the burnt face of Shane… wondering how much the pain must have been for the little kid.
"Maxy." Miraj tried to warn Sylvester of the approaching fire.
Sylvester breathed out and closed his eyes before standing up abruptly. "Life in this world—to call it uncertain is an understatement. I hope you find peace and warmth in the next life…Shane Kolt…and you too, Lady Kolt."
Sylvester stepped back and let out the fire magic. Since it was magical, its effects were much quicker than normal and soon turned both bodies into ash. "Chonky, do you have any containers to store their ashes?"
