By Kuroshima's cliff, overlooking the dock and the surrounding waters, Zephyr sat on the grass and watched the ships leave with the tide.
There were only a couple of ships left—even his own guild's ships had already departed.
He ordered them to leave without him.
Zephyr hung his head low and closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears.
A few tears escaped down his cheeks.
"So, they're dead." He covered his eyes and wept silently.
The wind howled mournfully around him, carrying the faint scent of salt and seaweed.
His shoulders shook with each sob.
To anyone who knew, it would be a shock to see him crying.
He was a stoic, reserved man who rarely showed his emotions.
Zephyr, the guild master of Zestruction, was known for his unwavering strength and composure in the face of adversity.
