Alexander and the two were already far from the village, they were in a place filled with serenity and beauty. It was a peaceful scene of a forest clearing bathed in the golden light of the radiating sun.
The foreground was made up of a lush expanse of green grass, dotted with delicate white wildflowers. A large, sturdy tree stood in the center, where its branches reaching out towards the sky, casting long shadows across the clearing.
The sun, peeking through the branches, created a warm glow that illuminated the place.
There was already a hole dug, big enough for a whole person. Alexander didn't bury the body with dirt first, but looked at Aeloria beside him.
Aeloria, who had already accepted her uncle's death in name, still knelt and prayed in respect. Even though she was sad, she could only give him a farewell, hoping his next life would be something grander.
