"I hope he dies."
Hurtful words like these had been all too common even from the staff living in the Ice clan's guest house.
These people might not say the same in front of his face. But it didn't stop them from talking behind his back and with Alfin's inhuman level of senses, he heard everything all the time.
The chaos, death, and carnage that was left in the wake of the disaster were too much of Decidue to handle alone.
A total of 200,000 dead and even more injured. A level of death that Alfin never imagined.
So many died and he alone was to blame for it.
So he turned reclusive in the ice clan's guest house. His thoughts were chaotic and his mental state rarely came to lucidity, only to hear more hurtful remarks as he went out to talk with his companions and issued apologies left and right to no avail.
At the moment, the titans had been led to the underground once again. Getting back to their work and healed the cave in their own way.