The night was long.
Aesther passed out on her bed as soon as she entered her room. By this time, the cold winds and the freezing hours had numbed her wounds. They stopped hurting a long time ago.
But the utter exhaustion was hard to ignore.
The days of her long slumber were over.
Just as Inez had said, no one spoke about how the heavenly city had almost been obliterated. She had wanted to seek out Ahzure. He would not keep her in dark for no reason. But he was out for some mission.
As for Ezrahl, even though Aesther did not doubt he would lie to her, she at least wanted to get some sort of understanding of what happened.
Did Orpheus already kill Merakh?
It was unlikely. The Dark Alchemist treasured anomalies and Merakh was a unique person. His abilities did not belong to any known bloodline. Aesther had fought and defeated him in their former lives.
