Death

A figure wordly recognized stepped into view.

Scintilla, the revered mother of Serenelle, the Phoenix Champion.

The crowd's collective gaze shifted to her with magnetic intensity as she made her entrance, her presence both commanding and enigmatic.

'What is she doing here?'

The unspoken question echoed in every mind, brimming with curiosity.

Yet Scintilla remained impervious to their stares, her focus unwavering, fixed entirely on a single individual, Anthony.

Since the end of the Bloodbath, Scintilla had been plagued by a gnawing unease.

Serenelle, her daughter, had not returned.

For over three months, she clung to hope, waiting for a sign, a miracle.

But it never came.

Reality, harsh and unyielding, had forced its way into her heart.

Her daughter was gone.

Serenelle was dead.

But how?

How could Serenelle be gone?