Dialan, dressed in a black dress and looking gloomy, stepped forward to the podium, unfolded the speech in her hands, her lips trembling slightly, took a deep breath and feigned calmness as she spoke:
"With deep sorrow, we mourn our dear friend, Leoz Dominet, who died fighting against Lord Entropy."
Sorrowful music played slowly, the cello seemingly pulled by fate, tugging at people's heartstrings. Guests attending the funeral carried white bouquets, took off their hats, and bowed their heads in respect.
"Dear Leoz, you are the Savior of Baizhu Star, a great industrialist, an admirable warrior, a fighter against Society's invasion, a good Leader of the nation, a good friend of civilization, and we deeply miss you."
The weather was extremely gloomy, with leaden grey skies roiling with muffled thunder, and the sound of bells resonating.
