Kaen's POV
It had been a month since that day.
The city still bore its scars cracked walls, burned streets, memories that refused to fade. But life had returned. Students crowded the hallways again, laughter spilled across the courtyards, and yet… the whispers of that battle, our battle still lingered like ghostly echoes.
I stopped before the new monument.
The statue of him.
Khael, the Dragon Knight.
The sculptor had captured him mid-strike blade raised, wings unfurled, a storm frozen in stone. Just looking at it made my chest tighten.
"They made him a hero," I muttered, staring up at the cold marble face. "Hell, he was a hero. If it weren't for him, so many would've…"
I didn't finish. No one needed me to. Everyone already knew.
Of course, Shigeo, Saya, and the rest of us had statues too smaller ones placed off to the side, like background figures in someone else's story. My lips twisted into a bitter grin.
"Figures."
