When Darmiz left, Kirkland vanquished into the air and when his existence was perished.
The souls he managed to capture in the form of a tree began to flicker in the air as well.
"Look, the trees!"
Janessa called when sharp, blinding sparks were disappearing into the sky accompanied by low-pitched but painful sobbing.
The regret and pain of the ones who lost their lives.
The gloomy sky was glimmering, almost fooling people into believing something exquisite which was contrary.
Air was consumed by pain.
When they were witnessing the sparks, David came, carrying May who was forcing herself to stay awake.
"Father…"
"May? What are you doing here? This is not-"
Khaleed tried to stop her worriedly but getting down from David's arm, she extended her hands towards the oldest tree that was ending before her very eyes.
"My- My children…"
"What…?"
"They are finally free… my boys…"
