Less than a day had passed, and Kyrie was already up, a casket made and filled with white flowers, Zillia peacefully on top of the flower bed. Life had yet again given him a cruel twist of a knife on the heart, and he couldn't even fully mourn for it.
They have a battle to wage against an army of Valkyries. The giant vehicle no longer was a threat with Yraka there, as he expected, his mentor had come back stronger, and the nest no longer existed. It was gone, reduced to atoms.
Kyrie sighed, walking to the side of the casket, to touch Zillia's cold face. She was properly groomed and taken care of, no longer bloodied and dirty by the fights she went through, and the damage done by Spencer. She was gone, dead.
