The cold earth gave way beneath Kyrian's hands. The metallic stench still lingered in the air.
Each handful of soil he threw over the bodies seemed heavier than the last.
Kyrian did not know how much time had passed since everyone had fallen. He simply continued doing what he thought he should.
He buried Lina's body first. Her body was even lighter, even more fragile, without the life that once shone in her eyes.
Then came Harken, then Elyria, Kael, Darien… one by one, until the ground before him had become a small field of improvised graves.
He did not cry. He did not feel the urge. He only felt once again a void. A strange calm that suffocated him more than anything else.
'So this was it…'
Kyrian thought as he gave one final pat to the soil, arranging the garden.
'We were dead from the moment the smoke appeared. Just by being in the city. We simply didn't know it.'
