Berkah tilted his scalp and gazed into the azure sky which was slowly becoming painted in the night's darkness, a few stars dazzling in his piercing blue eyes.
He took deep breaths as if to soothe his aching heart, his dry, pale skin basking in the soft, fading rays of twilight.
Berkah mourned for the boy who reminded him of his past self, a boy scorned and rejected by the world because of his appearance.
He understood the boy's pain and therefore wanted to shed even the tiniest bit of light into his world.
Alas...
[I... Failed...]
[My arrogance is what led to this, if only I had killed Akeso when I had the chance.]
A bitter taste corroded Berkah's mouth as an intense feeling of regret washed over him, he blamed himself for choosing to make Akeso suffer instead of just killing him.
"Sigh... I don't feel like being here anymore, what the fuck kind of Labryinth is this anyway..."
