Chapter 160: Brandon Locke [2]

December 25, 2148.

It was Christmas.

Snowflakes fell from the sky. The rough patch of grass had now become obscured by piles of snow.

Amidst the gentle fall of the snowflakes, a woman stood with a blank expression with flowers in her hands.

Her pitch-black hair fluttered by the snowy breeze. Her dark crimson eyes narrowed as she stared at the wall before her.

There were several names embedded on the wall.

Since one of the people, she came here for had 'A' as the starting letter of his surname, Rachel was able to find him easily.

[Here lies the brave souls who had lost their lives during the calamity.]

She was at the cemetery.

After finding the first person she was here for, she crouched down and placed a flower in front of the wall.

Edward Ashfield.

2083 - 2148.

On that day, her grandfather protected both her, and her sister, Amy.

However, an incident occurred.

The density of mana in the world fluctuated. And for a few minutes, mages lost control of their mana.

The same was said for Evelyn. Which was why it took her quite a while to set up the barrier.

In that brief one minute, the water barrier dispersed. But he was able to react quickly, pushing granddaughters aside as the ceiling fell from above.

Unable to strengthen his body with mana, the large debris fell over him, as the two sisters watched their grandfather's immediate death.

It was a tragedy.

The two sisters could do nothing but save themselves, just so their grandfather's death wouldn't be in vain.

The mana fluctuation incident had caused the deaths of several others.

Rachel clenched her fist as the thought of that day resurfaced in her mind.

Lowering her head, her expressions cracked.

She pursed her lips.

"...Thank you for everything, Grandfather."

She truly appreciated him.

She didn't grow up with him. But from that day, she realized just how much her grandfather loved her, sacrificing himself in the process.

To Rachel, he was her hero.

She continued expressing her appreciation as she clasped her arms together.

Afterwards, she raised her head. On to the next person.

The one she was the most conflicted about the most.

Since the other person also had an 'A' as the starting letter of his surname, it didn't take long for Rachel to find him.

And as soon as she found the name, she narrowed her eyes.

Rafael Asami

2101 - 2148.

Unlike her grandfather, who was confirmed dead, her father was deemed missing.

But a collective had agreed that the missing were most likely dead at that point.

There was no surviving outside the human domain.

And so, the missing had been presumed dead, just a little over a month ago.

Rachel felt conflicted about everything.

There were so many loose ends she was unable to come to terms with.

But after all the confliction, she could very well agree that there was guilt.

"Why...."

Why did you have to die?

Why did you have to leave me?

Why did I leave on that day?

She couldn't believe it.

She truly couldn't.

She could never accept it.

Over her dead body.

But unconsciously, she knew the truth.

In the back of her mind...

He died.

And that was it.

The harsh truth.

She wasn't even there when it happened.

And just that thought had made her feel immense guilt.

She truly missed him.

But she had to move on.

However, just saying it and actually moving on was two different matters.

Before she realized it, tears started trickling down her cheek.

This was the first time she had ever visited his grave.

She couldn't find the courage to visit him in the previous months.

"...I have to move on."

She said to herself.

Humanity was in a perilous situation.

She didn't have the luxury to drown in her sorrows.

Brandon's sister, Belle, had joined the military. She was trying to move on in her own way.

Raven had joined the Special Force and served to settle disputes all over the human domain.

Even he too... Brandon's best friend was trying to move on in his own way.

All of them.

Reinhard.

Claire.

Amy.

Sarah.

And now?

It was her turn.

She had to.

For the sake of her peace of mind.

Crouching down, she gently placed a flower in front of the wall.

Clasping her hands together, she offered a silent prayer.

And after finishing, she pursed her lips. The fog breath from the cold flowed out as she spoke.

"...Give me the courage to continue, Brandon."

Drip. Drip...!