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At noon, under the bright sunshine, many people attended Old Ramon's funeral.
Nasir had only a few blacksmith shops, and Old Ramon's skill was acknowledged to be top-notch, surpassing even his younger and stronger son.
A few years ago, the once robust and dignified elder began to lose himself to age, fading away as if vanishing into thin air, and even Irene couldn't heal "aging" itself.
The funeral took place in the Sun Church's cathedral, and very few people in Nasir believed in the Sun Church, hence the Sun Cathedral wasn't very large either.
Old Ramon lay peacefully in his coffin, his aged face showing the marks of time, silver hair like silken threads covering his pale head. Deep wrinkles were etched between his forehead and the corners of his eyes, making it seem like he was free of fatigue and worries, comfortably waiting for the gods to take away his soon-to-pass soul.
