Soft, muted lighting escaped from the chandelier,together with the one escaping from the drapes covering the wide windows, brought upon a gentle embrace in the morning hall.
The room was decorated with flowers that had twisted stems which zigzagged around like a snake.
Moreover, the place was ghost-quite, unlike a normal funeral in the modern era, the coffin didn't have anyone inside it. Not only that, but most of the mourners had joined the deceased... well, it's not like they knew they lived after the X-You Mountain massacre.
Meanwhile, the remnant souls that still had enough life in them drifted off to possess some Yotram servants, together with those in different mourning halls.
Looking at the people laying cold on the floor in patient clothes, Tsukino's face became ghost-pale. Turning her head to the ground, she bites her lips, clenching her fist.
'A year ago, I wanted to save people. Yet, now, I'm killing them to save myself.'
