The void lay deathly still, its dense darkness pressing down until it was impossible to breathe.
Looking around, only one person remained.
Lynn wearily opened his heavy eyes. The silence enveloping him from every direction seemed intent on crushing him out of existence in this bitterly cold void.
He opened his mouth to speak, but that deathly silence choked off his words. He wanted to answer it with silence, yet the Undead's cries seemed to fill his mind. When he opened his eyes, she seemed to be there before him, just as she had been before, but in a fleeting instant, it all dissolved into an illusion.
Lynn raised his head.
At last, he walked step by step into that desolate void, stumbling along, utterly alone.
Everywhere he looked, all existence was silent.
"Even you're gone now. What am I supposed to do...?"
His eyes were ashen, like those of a walking corpse bereft of its soul, like this final farewell, like everything had finally arrived at this silent emptiness.
And it seemed that only at this moment did he finally understand.
What was gone was gone forever. You drowned yourself in the grief and pain of bygone days, only to overlook those last few people who still stayed by your side. But when you finally remembered, when you tried to hold on to her tightly, everything slipped through your fingers like sand.
Goodbye...
Feather Pen.
But this time, I don't think I'll sink into despair again.
I'll carry your share with me, along with everyone's hopes, and walk... this final stretch of the road.
Like the only sight in this eternal black night.
The cold seeped into her bones, as though she would spend her entire life submerged in this deep pool. Yet, perhaps it was only