Being Forgotten

It's been some time since everything happened. I never saw who that figure was, who its shadow belonged to, or if it was even human. I tried to rush to it, but it had already left when I arrived. Leaving only the inferno of fire, the burned bones that were once human with family and friends, and the dead bodies of the giants. The skin and muscle had not burned off entirely, but with how tough they were, it was expected.

It was ironic that it had started to rain. Maybe it was The Core mocking us or the gods crying, not for the dead, but because the genocide was over. The gods never felt such remorse for us humans, that is something everyone knows in this unfair world.

After everything that happened, we decided to go our separate ways, but before that, we had to bury those that had died. We created graves for each that had fallen.