As the sun's rays cascaded through the blanket of the sky, a warm hue spread down on the earth, and with it, a warmth of semblance.
The assembly of people gathered in the Free Zone had a neutral expression, while five of them were gathered in the epicenter of the mass of people.
Raph and Elsie were in new attires, with Raph putting on black trousers, white sleeves, and black boots and Elsie on Jean shorts, a black crop top, and black high boots. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her skin had never been as clear as it was at this moment.
Ziza, Safara, and Plum were the others gathered; the tension hung firmly in the air.
Ziza glanced at Raph and Elsie, a knowing expression written on her face as her gaze met Raph's. A smirk formed on her lips.
'Oh…must be nice to be young'.
"This is where we say goodbye, to our saviour, the Blind Swordsman". Ziza said, her tone laced with authority as it echoed in the skies.
