The memory of Maxime's death unfolded before Rain's eyes like a somber note of endurance and willpower. As Rain watched Maxime's final moments, he could sense the relentless fatigue, the endless hunger, and the persistent thirst that had plagued Maxime for countless years in his dark workshop.
Maxime's death, although slow and agonizing, held a different weight than the others Rain had witnessed. This time, there was an absence of anger or frustration. Instead, a strange understanding settled in Rain's mind. Though he and Maxime had been polar opposites in their views and approaches, Rain couldn't help but acknowledge the significance of Maxime's sacrifice.
The memory portrayed Maxime's ceaseless toil, crafting weapons infused with the essence of human blood. It revealed the toll on Maxime's body and spirit as he endured the solitary and grueling process, driven by a determination to provide future generations with the means to combat their enemies.
