— Frey Starlight's Pov —
"…"
Silence lingered for a while.
The loud noise was what had drawn us together earlier—the sound of Xevier breathing his last.
And now, here we were, standing around his corpse, unable to say a word.
As I looked at the rotting body, corrupted by demonic blood, I could vaguely imagine the torment Xevier must've endured.
He must've known he was going to die. Helpless to stop it. Maybe, in those final moments, he tried to do something—anything—that could give his life some meaning.
But the look on his face… that expression of sorrow, fear, and bitter regret… said otherwise.
Despite knowing all that, I didn't feel anything.
I wasn't sad. I wasn't angry. I simply thought his death was pitiful.
And I'm sure many of the others shared that same thought.
Everyone, except Selina, who mourned him. The rest just stood in silence.
"We should inform Professor Phoenix…"
Seris was the first to break the silence, pointing out the obvious.
