Noah stood at the edge of the dark, gaping hole, its depths seemingly endless. The air was heavy with sorrow, and the sound of his labored breath echoed in his ears. Streams of tears poured down his face, tracing a path of anguish as he watched his mother's coffin descend into the abyss. The dull thud of the coffin hitting the bottom resonated in his heart, amplifying his pain.
As the last remnants of his mother's presence vanished from sight, Noah's gaze shifted towards Fray, who stood among the gathered group with an air of detachment. The flickering torchlight reflected in Noah's tear-filled eyes, intensifying the fury that burned within him. Determination surged through his veins, igniting a flame of vengeance.
