Judgment

The ship was silent. Everyone was thinking about their own concerns. Priest Augustus suddenly raised his head and turned to look toward the stern, into the depths of the waters, and at the Underworld Moon slowly sinking beneath the surface.

The Old Priest reminded them in a hoarse voice:

"Look back now. Think of those who have departed, and we may still be able to see them. Give it a try."

The boat continued onward. Shade, Priest Augustus, Iluna, and Sister Devlin all looked back.

A smile appeared at the Priest's lips. He gently nodded to the young nun watching him from afar:

"You're still as beautiful as ever, but I've grown old."

Iluna raised her head slightly, her mouth parting as the light of the Underworld Moon reflected in her eyes. Beneath that moon stood the captain and comrades killed by the Silver-Eyed One and Grave Robber Hawthorne. They had been her teammates during her training in The Church, and now they stood together, waving farewell to her.

"I'm doing very well now!"

There was no sorrow on Iluna's face. She stood and waved her right hand toward the depths of death.

Moonlight reflected from Sister Devlin's silver blindfold. With her hands folded together on her lap, she gave a slight nod in respect:

"I will continue to pass down the flame and mission you entrusted to me."

Meanwhile, Shade stared blankly at the soul standing on the water's surface, at Sparrow Hamilton beneath the moon.

The middle-aged detective, Kasonlik's ace spy Gray-headed Eagle, supported himself on a cane with his right hand while his left lightly tugged down the brim of his black deerstalker hat. He was not in that terrifying state from before his death, but looked instead like a refined gentleman of high society. He lifted